I followed the inspector's assistant, my thoughts wandering: does he actually know her? Well, either way, what do his romantic problems have to do with me?
My eyes drifted to the shackles lying on the floor. After a brief pause, I picked them up, slid them into my coat pocket along with the key, and then stepped out of the cell.
The inspector's assistant was already ahead, so I caught up with him. Two guards stood at the door, exchanging a look between themselves before turning their wary eyes on me.
The assistant raised his hand in a simple gesture, and without a word the guards stepped aside to let me through.
