Malcolm Bright

Malcolm walked over to the big semicircle window by his bed once Raylan was out the door, his hands in his pockets, and he looked down at the street. He watched until Raylan's car drove away down the street, then wandered around the apartment, picking up pieces of tuxes, putting his own away and carefully reassembling Raylan's and putting it in its garment bag.

Martin Whitly, on the other hand, was not expecting any visitors and, when told one was on his way in, he looked pleased as they shackled him.

"Is it my son?" he asked expectantly.

Mr David didn't answer, heading back out the door to meet the visitor and escort him in.

When the door opened to allow the visitor entry, Martin's look of pleased anticipation gave way to slight confusion as the door closed behind Raylan and Raylan alone.

"Deputy... Givens, wasn't it? This is... unexpected. Did my son send you?"