Inside the moving vehicle, in the front seat, Roland leaned towards the car side window staring out at the passing scenery.
Taylor had the steering wheel, and they were headed for Roland's home.
“Mr. Smith,” Taylor called after a while of silence.
Roland flinched, turning to meet his stare.
“Is something wrong?” Taylor asked, eyebrows tilting. “You look troubled. If you're concerned things are moving too fast with your new job…”
“No, it's not that,” Roland interrupted, pausing. “I was distracted by something else. Though detective, I believe we're past being formal with each other. You don't have to address me as Smith. You should call me by my name.”
“Roland.”
“That's right,” he answered. “It feels right.”
Taylor's gaze lingered on him a few seconds longer. “Well, I don't know
