Stern heard a slight hum outside the window of the eighteenth floor
suite. When he looked out, he saw the vague outline of an interstellar
patrol ship. A man in a Patrol uniform stuck his head in the window.
"I understand we have a prisoner to pick up," he said.
Stern put one arm around the girl and gestured with his free hand.
"There he is, chum. Pick him up."
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