Joel knew what he was doing.  He could charm a nun out of a bad habit.  And the fact that he was in a prison surrounded by hardened criminals had everything to do with exactly how charming he could be. 

   It was no coincidence that he annoyed the guard until he threw Joel into the hole, safe and sound.  Or that Joel ended up in the highest security cell on the block.  His charm bought him that.

   Apparently a lot of people wanted to see Joel go down.  But not today.  Joel’s charm took care of that too.  But I still wanted to know, “Where is Felix, Joel?”

   “Well,” he said.  “For about two days I was at the prisoners’ mercy.  Sure, I made more friends and tossed around fashion tips but there’s only so much you can do with a limited color palette.  They were getting restless...”