"Kids have a way of being brutally honest," Raylan said as he sat down across from Gil, taking off his hat to habitually run his fingers lightly pinched across the brim before setting it beside him. Having it off meant more of his age showed, but it didn't bother him as much with Gil who sported his own dapper accents.

"That first case he came down on, it was like a bloodhound on the scent. Of course, he's proven himself over and over again as undeteriable. He's a real asset for your office." Raylan straightened his tie as his off hand found a place on the table. "What's going on with Jessica Whitly?"

Why wait?