Searching (2)

I sigh, and reach down to the knocked out cop. I pull a huge ring of keys from his belt, and sift through it hoping to find a skeleton key that will open the cuffs. I find a small silver one, and slide it into the notch, and pull; no go. "Crap." I mutter, and pull her arm. "I'll get them off later. Put this on." I tell her, and take off a jacket from a hook. I throw it over her shoulders so her hands are covered, and yank her along. We had to get out of there.