"There he is! Grab him!" Joe yelled. He seized Potts' arms and pulled them behind in a brutal double hammerlock.
"He's not giving any trouble," Nasen said. "What happened, Joe?"
"Damn if I know. He was in the shower, and I turned my head for a second. Next thing I knew, he was gone. What'd you find on him—a key or a lock-pick or something like that?"
Nasen grinned. "He didn't have even that much on when I first saw him. He came into the day room and sat down, and Miss Davis like to threw a fit."
Wilhart tossed a bundle on the floor. "There's nothing in his own clothes but a pack of cigarettes."
"Where's the key, Orville Potts?" Joe grated, squeezing Potts's arms. "You know what's going to happen to you? You'll get the pack room, or maybe Ward D. How would you like Ward D, Orville Potts?"
Nasen said, "If he had a key, he—"
"You better run along, Nasen," Joe said. "I think Dr. Bean wants to talk to you."
"Well, I—uh—" Looking worried, Nasen left the shower room.
Wilhart handed Joe a towel.