Roland's fingers trembled on the steering wheel. The road ahead blurred. Taylor's voice rasped in his ear. I don't have much time left.
Roland caught his reflection in the review mirror, the blood that darkened the detective's shirt.
“Hang on Detective,” Roland said. “You're not dying. Not today.”
Another gunshot blast against the car from behind. More followed swiftly, punching holes into the metal.
Roland turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brake. The car made a U-turn onto another road.
“Detective,” Roland’s voice tightened. “Detective, are you with me?”
Taylor coughed. “Yes. I'm still here.”
Roland looked in the rear-view mirror at Taylor who still leaned into the car door. He pressed his lips tight and shifted his focus back to the road.
“Listen, you can't die on m
