“Tyrone, what's the matter with you?"

Was he acting so peculiar merely because she hadn't answered his calls?

Tyrone pivoted, his gaze fixed upon Sabrina, each stride measured as he approached her. He wrestled to subdue his impulses, addressing her in a raspy voice, each word carrying weight, “Where have you been since departing from the police station earlier today?"

An assertive, masculine presence, tainted by the pungent aroma of cigarettes, seemed to envelop her. Instinctively, Sabrina held her breath and replied, "I simply took a drive."

“And what else?" he probed.