He's not supposed to be paying attention. He knows he's not. None of this is important to the case.

It's not like you can avoid hearing in a car, or any of the other places in his life. But you aren't really supposed to be focused on it. But he is. Paying attention. Listening to him. His words, as much as that sliding shift in his voice. Even if Steve's looking out the front, and not glancing back. At Danny, whose voice if anything just keeps sounding happier and incredibly more sincere. More sincere in each sentence than the man has seemed in the whole time Steve's seen him.

Because there's sincere at your work, and then there is sincere. It just keeps going on. Danny says word after word, and all that reticent, rebellious attacking is gone. There's not even a hint of it hiding in there somewhere. His hand and his head and everything in the world is focused in on that spot of his phone. Steve is almost sure the world ended and the man might be somewhere near smiling if he just turned his head and got a look at the guys face.

The face of the man who looks and sounds not like the Detective Williams he's seen so far.

But he doesn't turn, and doesn't look, just leans his back and asks. "Who's Danno?"