Raylan shrugged with his face again. "Sometimes those punches were with bullets, but I've always been justified."

The book was opened and Raylan started flipping through pages to yesterday.

"If the guy bought the room, we've got no name. You get a car, we might be able to narrow down on a time." He didn't mind if Malcolm was transfixed just yet - it served their purposes and kept the twitchy, borderline hyperactive man busy.

"What kind of car would a guy like this drive?"