The Road Home

[abrightboy]

Raylan's loose ends had been tied in Kentucky and Malcolm's were as tantalizingly close as they'd ever been. He and Raylan made the trip to New York with the intent of discovering the fate of the girl in the box, so they could head down to Miami without... baggage.

They would have to start with the revelation Jessica and Ainsley had made to Malcolm right before Raylan was shot, sending Malcolm back to Kentucky: that Eve had infiltrated the Whitly family to learn more about the Surgeon's victims.

Malcolm let them into the New York loft - a space he considered theirs now, more than his, since they decided they might weather the hurricane season there after moving to Miami - smiling as Sunshine tweeted greetings. Once the door was shut behind Raylan, he opened the door of her cage. Ainsley would have fed her diligently, but nobody would have let her out to fly. Sunshine took off across the loft and Malcolm grinned, watching her go.

He looked at Raylan. "We can still bring her with us when we leave, right?"

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[abrightboy]

“Maybe not,” Endicott muses as he stands, letting Raylan cuff him. “Just consider what happened to the last person Malcolm Whitly was intimate with. She got nosy about my business too. She didn’t have anyone left in her life, but don’t you have a kid, Deputy Givens?”

Malcolm grabs the gun out of Gil’s hand and points it furiously at Endicott’s face.

“STOP!” he shouts through gritted teeth. “JUST STOP!”

[tinstar]

His pistol isn't put away until he's got one cuff around Endicott's wrist and only so that he can get the man into the cuffs to begin with, and all for the better with the threat that falls out of Endicott's mouth. Okay so maybe Endicott's cuffs went on a little tight, but before Raylan could spit anything out from behind his teeth, Malcolm had a gun pulled.

"Watch out, Nick," said with the sharp edge of an offensive familiarity, "He knows how to shoot and I ain't afraid to get a little bloody."

Gil didn't take things as calmly as Raylan did, bursting out with a "HEY, Hey-" and raising a hand as he steps up towards Malcolm, resting a hand on his raised arm but not putting any pressure on it. "Malcolm. Think about what you're doing right now. You shoot him here, you're letting him win. Let us handle this. Please." He was asking for Malcolm's own sake, no one else's. Don't make him cart both father and son out of here in cuffs.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm does know how to shoot. Only because Raylan made sure of it.

He holds the gun mostly steady at Endicott’s smirking face another moment before letting Gil take it away from him. He falls back behind the police lieutenant so Raylan can remove the killer from his mother’s formal dining room. He lingers there as Gil falls in with Raylan, glances at his mother and her concerned expression, then follows them out.