The cold air hitting him as he exited the room caused a senior investigator at the Sabin branch of the FBI to take a sharp breath, clearing his slightly muddled head.
He patted his face several times, wrapped himself more tightly in his coat, muttered a few complaints about the weather, and then headed towards the car parked by the roadside.
The female investigator following him had also had a bit to drink, and her cheeks were flushed. The cold wind helped cool down her nearly burning face.
"You drive!" the male investigator said before getting into the passenger seat.
The female investigator obediently sat in the driver's seat, inserted the key into the ignition, and started the car. She was silent, or rather focused, but the male investigator in the passenger seat could sense something on her mind.
As the car slowly moved forward and left the neighborhood, he pursed his lips, "Do you think I did something wrong?"
