Sidney Sheldon 3-Book Collection: If Tomorrow Comes, Nothing Lasts Forever, The Best Laid Plans. Sidney Sheldon

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      Ernestine was thoughtful for a moment. Then she said softly, ‘Yeah. I’ll he’p you. It’s my last chance to give Big Bertha a kick in the ass.’

      The prison grapevine buzzed with the news of Tracy Whitney’s impending escape. A breakout was an event that affected all prisoners. The inmates lived vicariously through each attempt, wishing they had the courage to try it themselves. But there were the guards and the dogs and the helicopters, and, in the end, the bodies of the prisoners who had been brought back.

      With Ernestine’s help, the escape plan moved ahead swiftly. Ernestine took Tracy’s measurements, Lola boosted the material for a dress from the millinery shop, and Paulita had a seamstress in another cell block make it. A pair of prison shoes was stolen from the wardrobe department and dyed to match the dress. A hat, gloves, and handbag appeared, as if by magic.

      ‘Now we gotta get you some ID,’ Ernestine informed Tracy. ‘You’ll need a couple of credit cards and a driver’s licence.’

      ‘How can I –?’

      Ernestine grinned. ‘You just leave it to old Ernie Littlechap.’

      The following evening Ernestine handed Tracy three major credit cards in the name of Jane Smith.

      ‘Next, you need a driver’s licence.’

      Sometime after midnight Tracy heard the door of her cell being opened. Someone had sneaked into the cell. Tracy sat up in her bunk, instantly on guard.

      A voice whispered, ‘Whitney? Let’s go!’

      Tracy recognized the voice of Lillian, a trusty. ‘What do you want?’ Tracy asked.

      Ernestine’s voice shot out of the darkness. ‘What kind of idiot child did your mother raise? Shut up and don’t ask questions.’

      Lillian said softly, ‘We got to do this fast. If we get caught, they’ll have my ass. Come on.’

      ‘Where are we going?’ Tracy asked, as she followed Lillian down the dark corridor to a stairway. They went up to the landing above and, after making sure there were no guards about, hurried down a hallway until they came to the room where Tracy had been fingerprinted and photographed. Lillian pushed the door open. ‘In here,’ she whispered.

      Tracy followed her into the room. Another inmate was waiting inside.

      ‘Step up against the wall.’ She sounded nervous.

      Tracy moved against the wall, her stomach in knots.

      ‘Look into the camera. Come on. Try and look relaxed.’

      Very funny, Tracy thought. She had never been so nervous in her life. The camera clicked.

      ‘The picture will be delivered in the morning,’ the inmate said. ‘It’s for your driver’s licence. Now get out of here – fast.’

      Tracy and Lillian retraced their steps. On the way, Lillian said, ‘I hear you’re changin’ cells.’

      Tracy froze. ‘What?’

      ‘Didn’t you know? You’re moving in with Big Bertha.’

      Ernestine, Lola, and Paulita were waiting up for Tracy when she returned. ‘How’d it go?’

      ‘Fine.’

       Didn’t you know? You’re moving in with Big Bertha.

      ‘The dress’ll be ready for you Sattiday,’ Paulita said.

      The day of Ernestine’s release. That’s my deadline, Tracy thought.

      Ernestine whispered, ‘Everythin’ is cool. The laundry pickup Sattiday is two o’clock. You gotta be in the utility room by one-thirty. You don’ have to worry about the guard. Lola will keep him busy next door. Paulita will be in the utility room waitin’ for you. She’ll have your clothes. Your ID will be in your handbag. You’ll be drivin’ out the prison gates by two-fifteen.’

      Tracy found it difficult to breathe. Just talking about the escape made her tremble. Nobody gives a shit if they bring you back dead or alive … They figure dead is better.

      In a few days she would be making her break for freedom. She had no illusions: the odds were against her. They would eventually find her and bring her back. But there was something she had sworn to take care of first.

      The prison grapevine knew all about the contest that had been fought between Ernestine Littlechap and Big Bertha over Tracy. Now that the word was out that Tracy was being transferred to Big Bertha’s cell, it was no accident that no one had mentioned anything to Big Bertha about Tracy’s escape plan: Big Bertha did not like to hear bad news. She was often apt to confuse the news with the bearer and treat that person accordingly. Big Bertha did not learn about Tracy’s plan until the morning the escape was to take place, and it was revealed to her by the trusty who had taken Tracy’s picture.

      Big Bertha took the news in ominous silence. Her body seemed to grow bigger as she listened.

      ‘What time?’ was all she asked.

      ‘This afternoon at two o’clock, Bert. They’re gonna hide her in the bottom of a laundry hamper in the utility room.’

      Big Bertha thought about it for a long time. Then she waddled over to a matron and said, ‘I gotta see Warden Brannigan right away.’

      Tracy had not slept all night. She was sick with tension. The months she had been in prison seemed like a dozen eternities. Images of the past flashed through her mind as she lay on her bunk, staring into the dark.

       I feel like a princess in a fairy tale, Mother. I didn’t know anyone could be this happy.

       So! You and Charles want to get married.

       How long a honeymoon are you planning?

       You shot me, you bitch! …

       Your mother committed suicide …

       I never really knew you …

      The wedding picture of Charles smiling at his bride …

      How many eons ago? How many planets away?

      The morning bell clanged through the corridor like a shock wave. Tracy sat up on her bunk, wide awake. Ernestine was watching her. ‘How you feelin’, girl?’

      ‘Fine,’ Tracy lied. Her mouth was dry, and her heart was beating erratically.

      ‘Well, we’re both leavin’ here today.’

      Tracy found it hard to swallow. ‘Uh-huh.’

      ‘You sure you kin get away from the warden’s house by one-thirty?’

      ‘No problem. Amy always takes a nap after lunch.’

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