48 hours later, Jo-Jo is wearing stolen scrubs as she sneaks back to the diner to retrieve the USB.
She slips the cross around her neck as Arlo enters the kitchen.
Arlo
Jesus, Jo! You look like hell!
Jo-Jo
Don’t sugarcoat it.
Jo-Jo
I was in an accident.
Arlo
You need to go home. Get some rest…
Jo-Jo
Arlo, you’ve been great to me. I mean it. But I have to move on—
Arlo
This wasn’t an accident, was it?
Jo-Jo
I can’t say any more.
Arlo
Someone stalking you?
Jo-Jo
That’s one way to look at it.
Jo-Jo
They can’t help me.
Arlo
He’s in law enforcement?
Arlo
You don’t have to. Seen it too many times. Okay, wait here.
Jo-Jo
No, I really have to get moving.
Arlo
Five minutes. I’ll get your pay.
Jo-Jo
Okay, thanks. I’ll grab my things.
Jo-Jo gets the change of clothes she keeps her locker.
As she’s putting them on in the ladies’ room, she discovers the bump on her shoulder.
Jo-Jo pulls a Swiss Army knife from her bag and, gritting her teeth, makes an incision.
She removes the GPS chip and examines it.
Arlo
Jo-Jo, you all right in there?
Jo-Jo walks out into the diner.
As she heads toward the register, she surreptitiously slips the GPS into the jacket of a long-haul trucker.
Jo-Jo
That’s way too much, Arlo. There must be six hundred bucks here.
Arlo
Don’t argue. You’re gonna need it. And take this, too.
Arlo
Do you know how to use it?
She hides her sigh. If he only knew.
Jo-Jo
I don’t know how to thank you.
Arlo
Just take care of yourself.
In the parking lot, Jo-Jo scans for a car she can hotwire.
Quinn
Going somewhere, Miss Avery?
Jo-Jo
Detective, how did you—
Jo-Jo
Wait a minute, the GPS. Who are you working for?
Jo-Jo
Of course it matters.
Quinn
Let’s just say “the good guys.”
Jo-Jo
Somehow, I can’t picture you in a white hat.
Quinn
No, I don’t imagine you can, but it’s the truth.
Jo-Jo
Why should I believe you?
Quinn steps closer. He brushes a stray hair from Jo-Jo’s face.
His touch feels extremely intimate.
Quinn
I won’t try to convince you. You’ll have to just trust what you feel.
Jo-Jo
I’m not sure I can.
Jo-Jo
Because you’re attracted to me.
Quinn
There’s no point denying it. I am.
Quinn
But I haven’t let that interfere with my judgment.
Jo-Jo
If it hasn’t already, it will.
Quinn
Why do you say that?
Jo-Jo
Because I’m attracted to you too. That changes the equation.
Quinn
Why do I get the feeling that you’re a very good actress?
Jo-Jo
I see you don’t have any reason to believe me, either.
Jo-Jo
I guess you’ll have to trust how you feel too.
Jo-Jo
What do your instincts tell you?
Quinn
I…Look, Jo-Jo, just give me the recording.
Quinn
I can bring you in. Keep you safe.
Jo-Jo
I don’t think I can do that. My radar hasn’t been working too well lately.
Jo-Jo
Look what happened with Forrester.
Quinn
But you were working with him to discredit Leighton.
Jo-Jo
Yes, I suppose I was. But Leighton’s no saint.
Quinn
No but at least his politics have never been for sale.
Quinn
Why’d you get involved?
Quinn
I’ve done some research on you. This isn’t your usual gig.
Jo-Jo
Too many dollars and not enough sense.
Jo-Jo
They offered me double my usual fee.
Jo-Jo
Look, it was going be my last job. I’m getting out of the business.
Jo-Jo
I should’ve known it was too good to be true.
Quinn
Who was Forrester working for?
Jo-Jo
He never said. For all I know, Leighton set the whole thing up himself — the sick bastard.
Quinn
Leighton may be into some kinky stuff behind closed doors, but he’s not stupid.
Quinn
Why film yourself in a compromising position?
Jo-Jo
Yeah, I’m grasping at straws. Has to be a political opponent, I guess.
Quinn
So, what happened with Forrester?
Jo-Jo
He was hired to get the goods, and then kill me…
Jo-Jo
But I didn’t shoot him.
Quinn
I know. We found his gun. It hadn’t been fired.
Quinn
I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to find out.
Jo-Jo
What? The color of my hat?
Quinn
If you don’t believe anything else, believe this—
Quinn
I have a good feeling about you.
Quinn
Down in my gut, something about you feels right.
Jo-Jo
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Quinn
That keeping you safe is more important to me than you know.
Quinn
Than even I understand.
On sudden impulse, Jo-Jo reaches up and kisses Quinn.
The mutual attraction is undeniable.
Jo-Jo
I want to believe you.
Quinn leans in to kiss her again. Jo-Jo cold-cocks him with the gun.
She looks down at his unconscious body.
Jo-Jo
But I can’t take the chance.
Jo-Jo rifles through Quinn’s pockets. She locates his cell and checks the call log.
She memorizes his number, stuffs the phone back in Quinn’s pocket, and takes off.
After she disappears into the night, Quinn slowly regains consciousness.
Quinn
Jo-Jo? Son of a bitch!
Quinn gets his phone and punches in Dante’s contact number.
Quinn
You don’t know the half of it.
Quinn
Backup tracker should be operational, but only for a few hours—
Quinn
I slipped it into the boots she kept in her locker. She was wearing them when I saw her.
Dante
Any luck finding the recording?
Quinn
I didn’t get a chance to grab it, but I’m pretty sure it’s concealed in her pendant — a gold cross.
Dante
She didn’t have one at the hospital.
Quinn
No, she had to come back here to get it.
Quinn
It’s the only thing she’s wearing that wasn’t in her locker.
Dante
Any clue who hired Forrester?
Quinn
She didn’t know, but she said he’d planned to eliminate her.
Quinn
He told her it was part of his deal.
Quinn
I’ll phone it in and wrap operations here.
Dante
Okay, keep me in the loop.
Quinn disconnects the call.
Back at his office, Dante slams his phone on his desk.
