Third person's POV
Moira pulled into the driveway of the mansion, surprised to see Drake's car arriving at the same time.
"He rarely comes home this early, especially on weekdays..." She muttered to herself.
She watched as Drake hurriedly parked his car, not even bothering to straighten it properly. He slammed the door shut and rushed toward the house without even glancing in her direction.
"Drake?" Moira called out as she alighted from her car, but he was already disappearing through the front door.
"Something is wrong. Drake is always composed, always in control. This frantic energy is completely out of character." She observed instantly.
At that, Moira quickened her pace, following the sound of his footsteps up the grand staircase and down the hall to the master bedroom.
He had left the door ajar after entering.
She pushed it open to find Drake kneeling in front of his wall safe, frantically turning the dial.