Yes. And now so will I, thought Grace. She could have wept. thought Grace. She could have wept.

IT WAS THREE FORTY-FIVE BEFORE L LISA Halliday was able to get out of the children's center. That slave-driving do-gooder Sister Theresa had given her a list of ch.o.r.es as long as her police record. Sprinting to the warden's office, she marched up to the reception desk. Halliday was able to get out of the children's center. That slave-driving do-gooder Sister Theresa had given her a list of ch.o.r.es as long as her police record. Sprinting to the warden's office, she marched up to the reception desk.

"I need to see the warden," she panted. "It's urgent."

The receptionist looked at the surly bull d.y.k.e in front of her and stiffened. "Warden McIntosh can't see anybody today. He has a delegation-"

"Like I said. It's urgent."

"I'm sorry," the girl repeated. "He's not here."

"Well, where is he?"

The receptionist's tone got frostier. "Out. He's in meetings all afternoon. Is it something I can help you with?"

"No," Lisa said rudely. "I want the organ grinder, not the friggin' monkey." She had to see the warden and she had to see him alone. If word got out that she was the fink who'd sold out Grace Brookstein, she'd be finished at Bedford Hills.

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Lisa sank her great bulk down onto one of the hard chairs lining the wall.

"Fine. I'll wait."

CORA B BUDDS LEFT HER JOB IN the kitchen at ten of four and hurried over to the children's center as arranged. Two mothers were saying good-bye to their kids while a single, bored guard looked on. the kitchen at ten of four and hurried over to the children's center as arranged. Two mothers were saying good-bye to their kids while a single, bored guard looked on.

Cora asked one of the mothers, "Where's Grace?"

"In lockdown. Denny dragged her off hours ago. She didn't look well."

Cora thought, I bet she didn't. That's it, then. If Grace is in lockdown, the whole plan goes up in smoke. I bet she didn't. That's it, then. If Grace is in lockdown, the whole plan goes up in smoke.

She walked into the storeroom alone. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's for the best.

GRACE SAT ON HER BUNK, STARING into s.p.a.ce. She was too drained to cry. It was over. G.o.d knew when she'd have a chance to try again. Maybe not for years. Years in which whoever killed Lenny would be out there, free, happy, unpunished. The thought was unbearable. into s.p.a.ce. She was too drained to cry. It was over. G.o.d knew when she'd have a chance to try again. Maybe not for years. Years in which whoever killed Lenny would be out there, free, happy, unpunished. The thought was unbearable.

Mindlessly, she looked at the clock on the wall: 3:55...4:00...4:05...The truck would be there by now. Cora would be loading it, alone, wondering what had happened.

At 4:08, Grace heard the jangle of keys in the lock. Karen's shift must have ended early. At least she'd she'd be pleased the escape plan had failed. The door swung open. be pleased the escape plan had failed. The door swung open.

"Get up." Denny's eyes blazed with spite. She'd been brooding all day over Sister Agnes's words to Grace. Enjoy your afternoon off. Enjoy your afternoon off. As if this were some sort of summer camp! There were no As if this were some sort of summer camp! There were no afternoons off afternoons off at Bedford Hills. "You missed four hours of work detail this afternoon, you sneaky little b.i.t.c.h. Thought you were on vacation, did you? A free pa.s.s?" at Bedford Hills. "You missed four hours of work detail this afternoon, you sneaky little b.i.t.c.h. Thought you were on vacation, did you? A free pa.s.s?"

Grace said meekly, "No, ma'am."

"Good. Because there are no f.u.c.king vacations in A Wing. Not while I'm in charge. You can make up those work hours, starting right now. Get your a.s.s over to the children's center and start scrubbing the floors."

"Yes, ma'am."

"When you've finished, do it again. And you can forget about eating tonight. You stay on that floor, scrubbing, till I come for you, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"MOVE!"

Grace bolted out of the cell and started running down the corridor. Denny watched her go, a slow smile of satisfaction spreading across her face.

She had no idea that Grace was running for her life.

CORA B BUDDS HAD ALMOST FINISHED LOADING the crates. the crates.

The truck driver grumbled, "I thought there was gonna be two of yous? I'da brought another guy if I'd known."

Cora shrugged. "Life's a b.i.t.c.h, ain't it?" It was already dark in the cramped courtyard backing on to the children's center storeroom. The temperature was below zero, but the biting wind made it feel even colder. The boxes were small, about two feet square. Looking at them, Cora couldn't imagine how Grace had ever thought she was gonna squeeze herself inside one. They were also heavy. Their weight, combined with the finger-numbing cold, made the work slow going.

"Sorry I'm late."

Grace stood shivering in the lamplight. Still in her skirt and thin cotton blouse, she was ridiculously underdressed for the winter evening. The wind sliced into her skin like razor blades. Cora Budds's eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing.

The driver looked p.i.s.sed. "Are you kidding me? This is your number two? She couldn't lift a cup of coffee, never mind a crate of clay."

"Sure she can," said Cora. "You can leave it to us now."

"Fine by me." The driver climbed back into the welcoming warmth of the cab. "One of you ladies give me the nod when you're done."

Back in the storeroom, Cora and Grace worked quickly. Sister Agnes or one of the guards could come back any minute. Cora pulled Grace's doc.u.ments out of the pocket in her jumpsuit, stuffing them into Grace's bra. There were four fake IDs with matching credit cards, a slip of paper with an anonymous Hotmail address on it and a small wad of cash.

"Karen has a friend on the outside who'll wire you more money with Western Union when you need it. Just e-mail an amount, the zip code you're in and the initials of the fake ID you're using, and this person will do the rest. Take this, too." She handed Grace a silver stiletto. "You never know."

Grace stared at the blade in her palm for a second, hesitating, then slipped it into her shoe. Cora pried open the lid of one of the crates, emptying its contents at lightning speed. Somehow the box looked even smaller when it was empty.

Cora said, "I don' think it's possible, Grace. A cat couldn't fit in there."

Grace smiled. "It's possible. I was a gymnast when I was younger. Watch."

Cora watched in awe as Grace climbed into the box, a.s.s first, folding her tiny limbs around herself like a double-jointed spider. "Girl, that looks painful." She winced. "You sure you're okay?"

"It's not exactly first-cla.s.s travel, but I'll live. Try the lid. Am I in?"

Cora tried it. Easy. About an inch to spare. She levered it open again. "You're in. I'm gonna load the rest of 'em now. I'll put you three rows back, so you're hidden at the checkpoint, but leave the lid loose so you got some air."

"Thanks."

"Sit tight till you get through the checkpoint. Once you're outta here, soon as the truck stops, you jump."

"Got it. Thanks, Cora. For everything."

Good luck, Amazing Grace. Amazing Grace.

Cora Budds replaced the lid and carried Grace out into the darkness.

WARDEN M MCINTOSH EYED L LISA H HALLIDAY SUSPICIOUSLY.

"This had better not be some sort of scam."

"It ain't."

"Grace Brookstein is in lockdown. She's been in her cell since lunchtime. Besides, A-Wing prisoners never work on deliveries. Sister Agnes knows the policy."

"Sister Agnes don't know her p.u.s.s.y from her paternoster."

"That's enough!" the warden snapped. "I won't have you disrespecting our voluntary staff."

"Look. You don't wanna check the truck? Fine. Don't check it. Jus' don' say I didn't warn you."

Warden McIntosh did not want to check the truck. It had been a long day. He wanted to finish up his paperwork and get home to his wife. But he knew he had no choice.

"All right, Lisa. Leave it with me."

THE DARKNESS WAS DISORIENTING. GRACE HEARD the rear doors of the truck slam shut. For a moment fear gripped her: the rear doors of the truck slam shut. For a moment fear gripped her: I'm trapped! I'm trapped! But then she relaxed, forcing herself to take slow, even breaths. It was uncomfortable, coiled inside the crate like a marionette, but she could bear the position. The cold, on the other hand, was debilitating. Limb by limb, Grace felt her body start to go numb. Her head ached violently, as if she'd just sunk her teeth into an ice cube. But then she relaxed, forcing herself to take slow, even breaths. It was uncomfortable, coiled inside the crate like a marionette, but she could bear the position. The cold, on the other hand, was debilitating. Limb by limb, Grace felt her body start to go numb. Her head ached violently, as if she'd just sunk her teeth into an ice cube.

The engine rumbled to life. We're moving. We're moving. Soon, all Grace could hear was the beating of her own heart. She said a silent prayer: Soon, all Grace could hear was the beating of her own heart. She said a silent prayer: Please G.o.d, don't let them check all the boxes.

THE THUD WAS SO LOUD, THE driver heard it through his blaring Bruce Springsteen CD. One of the crates must have come loose. driver heard it through his blaring Bruce Springsteen CD. One of the crates must have come loose.

"What the f.u.c.k?" Slamming on the brakes, he climbed out of the cab. Dumb-a.s.s f.u.c.king d.y.k.es. How hard is it to stack a bunch of boxes? All they had to do was put 'em one on top of another. Dumb-a.s.s f.u.c.king d.y.k.es. How hard is it to stack a bunch of boxes? All they had to do was put 'em one on top of another.

Grace heard the rear door open. Rays from a flashlight seeped through the crack above her head, where Cora had left the lid loose. She held her breath "G.o.dd.a.m.n it."

Crates sc.r.a.ped noisily across the metal floor of the truck. The next thing Grace knew, her own box was moving. Oh G.o.d Oh G.o.d, no! He'll see me. no! He'll see me. But the driver didn't see her. Instead, pulling Grace's crate forward, he noticed the loose lid and banged it shut with his fist. Then he lifted another box and piled it on top of Grace's. The rear door slammed. Grace felt the lurch of the truck as it pulled away. But the driver didn't see her. Instead, pulling Grace's crate forward, he noticed the loose lid and banged it shut with his fist. Then he lifted another box and piled it on top of Grace's. The rear door slammed. Grace felt the lurch of the truck as it pulled away.

Cold beads of sweat broke out all over Grace's body.

She had no air.

I'm going to suffocate.

FOURTEEN.

WARDEN M MCINTOSH STORMED INTO THE CHILDREN'S CENTER. All the kids had gone home. A lone inmate was clearing away the last of the toys. All the kids had gone home. A lone inmate was clearing away the last of the toys.

"You alone here?"

"Yes, sir. I'm waiting for Sister Agnes to come back and lock up."

"There was a pickup scheduled for four P.M. P.M. today. Did that happen?" today. Did that happen?"

"I think so, sir. Cora Budds was in the storeroom."

"What about Grace Brookstein? Have you seen her in here this afternoon?"

"No, sir. Cora tol' me she's in lockdown."

Warden McIntosh relaxed. Lisa Halliday had gotten it wrong. Grapevine information was often unreliable at Bedford. Lisa Halliday had gotten it wrong. Grapevine information was often unreliable at Bedford. Still, protocols had to be followed. He picked up the phone on Sister Agnes's desk. Still, protocols had to be followed. He picked up the phone on Sister Agnes's desk.

I'M GOING TO DIE!

Grace was already hyperventilating. As she felt the truck stop, her hopes soared. They must be at the checkpoint. She tried to scream.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

For weeks, she had dreaded this moment, terrified that the guards would discover her. Now she was terrified that they wouldn't. Without air, she would die in this box long before the truck reached the depot.