Chapter Twenty-Six
Gail Carruthers had been confined to her quarters. She’d yelled and screamed the minute she was put in there, and she’d even pounded on the door, demanding to be set free. Everyone heard her, and it was obvious she’d go down fighting, taking anyone or anything with her.
Joan stood outside the room with Joe. She gave a nod to the guard and opened the door. The first thing Joan saw was a woman filled with such fury that she appeared to be trembling. She was breathing hard and held her arms so rigidly that Joan wondered for a moment whether she was about to spit on them. She had a wild, rabid, caged-animal look about her. This happened to some people who were locked in four walls, even for a short time.
Joe turned to the guard and said in a low voice, “See to it we’re no
