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.
