Daryl and his father arrive
Daryl and his father arrived at the police station, both looking frustrated. The father’s knuckles were white as he grasped the steering wheel, while Daryl glanced out the windshield, his expression a mix of concern and rage. As they exited the car, the father mumbled, “This is ridiculous.” They moved quickly to the entrance, the father’s footfall heavy and resolute, and Daryl close following, his mind racing with concern about the missing Ferrari.
Daryl And His Father Arrive
The stolen car accusation
“My son’s car was stolen by an officer,” his father told the desk sergeant, his voice harsh and irritated. The sergeant looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrows arched in surprise. “A police officer?” he inquired skeptically, taking notes in a slow, careful manner. “Yes,” the father repeated, his fury rising. “He handcuffed my son, stole his car, and left him stranded.” The sergeant’s pen paused, and his eyes shifted between the father and Daryl.
The Stolen Car Accusation
