Roland watched the zooming cars from the window, lost in thought.
The story that Mr. Jones told him last night still haunted his mind like a ghost. There's still many questions in his mind regarding this uncle of his.
But one thing that bothered him the most was the fact that G.G. Faust seemed to be suicidal since the start.
This man died from a biking 'accident' not long after Harker's birth. He was said to be drunk, yes, but….
Roland shook his head. It wasn't important now. He had to focus on helping Harker find Victoria and his upcoming first trial in an actual courtroom.
Harker meanwhile still felt a little sleepy. He leaned his head on Roland's shoulder and yawned.
"How much longer till we get to the airport? The traffic's shitty today."
Roland shrugged. "We'll get there soon. You can take a nap. You slept like a log last night, and yet you're still tired. Got a hangover?"
"Yeah, maybe."
