The afternoon sun shone brightly outside the police station as Roland stepped out of the building. Taylor followed close behind.
“You're really something Mr. Smith,” Taylor said as they closed in on his car parked thirty feet ahead. “Threatening not to cooperate unless I get into the interrogation room… Do you know how rough it would've been if things had gone the wrong way?”
“Thankfully it didn't,” Roland heaved a sigh, turning to meet Taylor’s gaze. “You proved resourceful back there.”
“Bullshit,” Taylor turned away. “I only succeeded because the guy was a terrible liar. And there's also Detective Ralph's input. He did the heavier work.”
Roland's eyes narrowed as they got to the car. He paused and turned to Taylor. “Perhaps you're right. But I'm curious about how you felt the moment
