Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings

There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his back.

Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own idiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the back of Tyrone's head and neck.

Contemporary fashion had led many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft at the nape of their necks.

Sabrina held an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was far from appealing.