Upon her arrival at the police station, Sabrina deftly parked her vehicle, hurried into the main hall and made a beeline for the director's office.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Her Knuckles rapped impatiently upon the door. Sabrina called out,

"Sir, are you there? It's Sabrina."

"Come in, please.”

With that, Sabrina pushed open the door, only to be confronted by an unexpected sight. Her gaze locked onto Tyrone, seated on the sofa across from the director. "Tyrone?" she exclaimed, her astonishment palpable.

Why was Tyrone here?

Tyrone raised his solemn countenance to meet her gaze.

“Please, have a seat. Let's talk.”

Acknowledging the director with a nod, Sabrina settled into the chair beside Tyrone.

“Sir, you just said that someone turned himself in. Is that true? Can you confirm his connection to the case?"

The director affirmed with a nod and then directed his gaze toward Tyrone.

“The individual is currently undergoing interrogation. The truth shall be unveiled in due course."

With that, he placed his cup on the desk and rose. "I shall visit the interrogation room to oversee proceedings. Kindly remain here for the time being."

“Very well," Sabrina responded with a smile, her fingers tightening their grip on the bag's straps.

The imminent revelation held the promise of long-awaited justice for her beloved father.

As the director departed, closing the office door behind him, Sabrina let out a sigh of relief. She turned her attention to Tyrone, her inquisitive gaze seeking answers.

“What brings you here, Tyrone?"

Leaning forward, his elbow resting upon his knee, Tyrone interlocked his graceful fingers and fixed his gaze on the tabletop, avoiding her eyes as he revealed, "I sent the guy here to turn himself in.”

Sabrina arched an inquisitive eyebrow.