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Malcolm had returned to the precinct with the team, plan in place to visit the funeral directors' conference the next day. In the meantime, there were still a couple of hours before Raylan had said he had to leave. He'd glanced around at the precinct, though he didn't ask, until Gil stepped past him, quietly pointing out "Givens went back to your place," and clapping him on the shoulder.

He headed home.

He let himself in the door, looking around, anxiety fluttering slightly just under the surface until he spotted him, because there was always a chance, if he couldn't see him, that he'd missed him somehow and he was gone.