Malcolm Bright

Martin's smile was a little more devious this time.

"I can't disagree with you on that, but I never did like the 'action' to be too 'swift'," he admitted. He gestured to the folding chair in the corner. "Have a seat, if you like," he offered, taking a seat in his own desk chair. "How did my dear boy take that ending?" he asked curiously. "Malcolm tends to prefer bringing them in alive."