"We just don't want him to find out somehow on accident. That's all," Oliver assured Marco with a small smile. It didn't really reach his eyes. "Simms is getting escorted out of his cell at one this afternoon. Just long enough for us to drag him over the bar, get him plastered, and hit him with a drunk and disorderly. Then he goes right back into the cell. If we can't get him on that, we'll find somethin' else damn quick. If that don't work, we'll make him do somethin' that will. I'm gonna see if we've got anythin' around here that might tell us what sorta stupid laws they had back in the fifties that we can pull on him. He's dangerous, but he's also dumb as hell and can't control that temper worth a damn. We'll get him one way or another. And then we'll keep him in that cell until the trial tomorrow."
"And-" Jack started, pausing to look at Juno before going back to Oliver. He wanted to ask, but he also wanted Juno to have some faith that the first plan would work just fine. Except Juno wasn't stupid, and she wasn't overly optimistic like he was. Even he couldn't manage that right now. Better to get it done and over with. "What if you can't get him to fuck up?"
"I have a back-up plan," Oliver replied almost immediately, his face relaxing into something more blank, but also stern. He shook his head once. "And don't ask."