"Hey, Jamal," Callan said as he pulled open his car door and got inside and shut the door, "do you have any news for me?"
He pressed the button to start the engine and he tapped the screen to connect it to the car's speakers and then put the phone on the holder near the steering wheel.
Jamal didn't answer the question right away. His voice was quiet was he finally did. "I didn't realize I'm supposed to call you only if I have news."
Callan winced as he clicked his seatbelt into place, "No. I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. I'm just very… I don't know. I was just hoping you'd have news."
"How are you doing, Cal?" Jamal asked, sounding very concerned.
"I'm fine," he said as he reversed the car and turned the car onto the main road.
Jamal let out a sigh. "Callan," he said, "you realize you can tell me the truth, right? I want the truth. Not the version you tell everyone else."
Callan gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I said I'm fine."
