"He did tell me that on my first case here," Malcolm replied about the GPS.

He slid into the passenger seat, balancing the tray on his knees to put his seatbelt on, then holding onto it. He understood basic thermodynamics, but pitching the cup in the garbage seemed like a waste.

He picked up his cup to sip his tea. It smelled like cherry and jasmine.

"You're... welcome, I guess." He looked at Tim. "Slow day in Lexington?"