01:16:49 AM

“Come on, kid! How long you gonna be?â€? Guillermo banged against the other side of the door.

“Just a minute!â€?

Jason scanned his surroundings. The restroom was very utilitarian, and there was not much he could use: A tankless toilet, a small sink, a plastic trashcan, a toilet brush, rolls of paper towels and toilet paper stacked on the floor. The only window was barred from the outside, leaving the only way out through the door and past Guillermo. The only ways Jason could think to do that was to pummel the thug with TP rolls, or beat him to death with the brush.

Think, damn it! Jason scolded himself. A solution would have automatically presented itself to Jack Bauer by now.

The trouble was, he wasn’t Bauer. Marcos made him realize he was just Jason Reeves.

He heard tires rolling across gravel outside and surmised that Marcos had returned. Jason thought of his last escape attempt and rubbed his jaw. He didn’t want that again.

Jason opened the door. “Take me back,â€? he said. “I’m done.â€?