An attendant handed us open locks without keys and freshly laundered lab whites. In a plastic bag were paper underwear, socks, and cotton slippers. Zollner showed us to a row of empty lockers and said, “Please remove everything, including underwear and jewelry.” So, we all stripped down to our birthday suits, and I couldn’t wait to tell Beth that Ted Nash carried a .38 with a three-inch barrel and that the barrel was longer than his dick.
