Tyrone's expression hardened. "Understood, I'll be right there."

He hastily adjusted his clothing, shrugged on his jacket, and turned to address Sabrina, still sprawled on the bed. "I have to leave."

“What's going on?" Sabrina pulled the quilt around her, leaning against the bed. “It's late. Do you really need to go?"

Tyrone paused in his efforts to straighten his attire.

"Julia? Galilea's agent? Has something happened to Galilea