On the way to the police station, Faye noticed that the usually lively Zoe was unusually quiet today.
"Did you not sleep well last night?" Faye asked, gripping the steering wheel and glancing at her.
"Uh... maybe. I've been a bit tense lately," Zoe replied with a guilty smile. Suddenly, she made a request. "Faye, could we stop the car up ahead? I'm really tired and need to get a cup of coffee."
Faye waited in the car for a long time, but Zoe didn't return. Worried that her friend might be in trouble, she decided to get out and look for her.
The unexpected happened in an instant. Just as Faye locked the car door, a person on a motorcycle sped past her and snatched her bag. The force of the pull sent her sprawling to the ground, but at the last moment, a tall, sturdy young man caught her
