Malcolm Bright

"You never liked it because of the problems in your relationship with your dad, or is it more than that?" Malcolm asked, looking around. Everyone's adult self was made in their childhood home. Of course, it didn't take a skilled profiler and an introduction to that home to guess Raylan's relationship with his father was strained. He called the man by his name, not 'dad'. Malcolm did that too. It was dissociative.

He turned and looked at Raylan as something else in that equation occurred to him. "There are two women buried out front. One more recently than the other. Which one was your mother?"