Daryl and his father arrive
Daryl and his father arrived at the police station, frustration evident on both their faces. The father’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, while Daryl stared out the window, his expression a mix of worry and anger.
As they stepped out of the car, the father muttered, “This is ridiculous.” They walked briskly towards the entrance, the father’s footsteps heavy and determined, and Daryl close behind, his mind racing with worry about the missing Ferrari.