Malcolm could talk about a lot of things, but he chose to tell Raylan about the necrophilia case he'd started when Raylan was visiting.

"The Hyatt Regency," he answered. He was on an upper floor. It had a decent view. "It's on West High Street," he told him.

The room was a suite, with a tidy livingroom and a plush king bed in the bedroom. Malcolm's bag was still sitting on the floor just outside the bedroom door. As they walked into the livingroom, Malcolm headed to the minibar as he shrugged off his suit jacket and dropped it over the arm of the couch. "What would you like? I think the only whiskey they have is bourbon."