"I can't apologize enough... Dora, believe me when I say, I ain't making this whole shit up!"
Tyra's voice rose with a frustrated ache, the sound vibrating with the stress of the evening as he shoved Fedora's shoulder with a slight, desperate emphasis.
"I was on my way here, yeah? And then these cops, they flanked me down... One thing led to another and they said I was driving a stolen car!" Tyra added, his words tumbling out in a breathless rush.
On seeing the genuine seriousness etched into the lines of Tyra's face, Fedora melted, a soft touch of concern replacing his skepticism.
He scanned Tyra's body, looking for any sign of a scuffle or rough handling.
"Why the fuck would they say something like that?," Fedora asked, craning his neck to meet Tyra's eyes, but Tyra's hand just flew up in that universal, helpless "I don't know" motion. "Hope they didn't touch you or anything?" Fedora inquired softly, his voice dropping to a protective register.
