Malcolm Bright

Gil shook his head. "She passed away three years ago," he explained. He smiled faintly. "She used to pick him up from school so he didn't have to walk past the reporters waiting outside their house. She'd bring him to our place and help him with his homework. I'm not sure he actually needed it, but he'd always give her his full attention."

Gil looked from his cup to Raylan. "He jumps into everything like it's a landmine under a corpse. Don't let him get himself killed. It's a tall order. He will not call for backup ninety percent of the time."