Malcolm Bright

Martin stepped forward, darkness in his eyes no longer hidden. The tether to the wall pulled taut as he reached the red line.

"So you're his advocate now?" Martin said with a hint of a sneer. "But you're upset on his behalf. What does that make you? His best friend? His bosom companion?" He looked Raylan over. "His boyfriend? Good luck sliding that past his mother; she wants grandchildren to get her family out from under my legacy," he said with a forced levity over the scorn.