"You've got an odd way of taking people places," she observed.
He laughed. "The grabber party wasn't scheduled. You'd indicated you wanted to speak to the Commissioner. We were sent to the Colonial School to pick you up and escort you to him. When we found out you'd disappeared, we had to do some fast improvising. Not my business to tell you the reasons for that."
Trigger said hesitantly, "Those people who were chasing this car—"
"What about them?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Were they after me?"
"Well," he said, "they weren't after me. Better let the Commissioner tell you about that, too. Now—how about parole?"
She nodded. "Till you turn me over to the Commissioner."
"Fair enough," he said. "You're his problem then." He took a small flat piece of metal out of a pocket and reached back of her with it. He didn't seem to do more than touch the cuffs, but she felt the slick coils loosen and drop away.
Trigger rubbed her wrists. "Where's my gun?" she asked.
"I've got it. I'll give it to the Commissioner."