There was nowhere else to run. The guard, moaning and gasping, tripped, slid, caught himself and stumbled into her cell. "Please!" he begged. "That crazy Sauer—he's going to cut my ear off! For heaven's sake, ma'am—stop him!"
Sue-Ann stared at him, between terror and tears. Stop Sauer! If only she could. The big redhead was lurching stiffly toward them—raging, but not so angry that the water-moccasin eyes showed heat.
"Come here, you figger scum!" he roared.
The epithet wasn't even close—the guard was Civil Service through and through—but it was like a reviving whip-sting to Sue-Ann Bradley.
"Watch your language, Mr. Sauer!" she snapped incongruously.
Sauer stopped dead and blinked.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" she warned. "Don't you see, Mr. Sauer, you're playing into their hands? The
