"Don't tell Art which part?" Malcolm asked. "That you didn't have breakfast or that you stole a sandwich from a witness' house?"

He walked through the kitchen, looking at where the oven mitts hung and what sort of tea towels she had and the family photos on her refrigerator.

"Both secrets are safe with me," he added with a smile, looking at Raylan over his shoulder from where he stood looking at the fridge door.