“Huh?” Ace touched his forehead, confused.
“You're green, dummy. There's a humongous difference between a convict wanting to chat on a cellphone and a convict wanting to escape.”
“You mean a difference in possible jail time?”
“No. One is possible jail time if they get caught. The other is definite jail time. A lieutenant didn't get that rank by taking stupid risks. No one cares about prisoners having phones. Everyone cares about prisoners escaping. And people talk, as you know.”
“I should have seen that. Dammit,” Ace said heatedly, berating himself. He knew he had trouble understanding social situations that were so obvious to most people. He usually just laughed it off, accepting the eccentricities that plagued the ultra-intelligent. This is no laughing matter, though, he thought, try
