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Date: 23 Jan 2020 13:44 (UTC)"More than New York, though. My father's name is Dr Martin Whitly, but he's more popularly well-known as the Surgeon."
Malcolm watched Raylan's face; pretty much everyone everywhere had heard of one of the most notorious serial killers of the twentieth century. He expected at least a flicker of passing recognition from someone in law enforcement.
"And when I was a child, I accidentally found one of his victims. A girl in a box in his hobby room." He gestured to his temple with his right hand, which was shaking again.
"And then I'm missing memories. I'm pretty certain at this point that he started drugging me with chloroform that night. To make me sleep. To make me forget. But some time after that, it stopped working so well or he slipped up, because I came out of it and called the police."
He looked up at the ceiling.
"Most of the nightmares are memories, or fragments of memories or...twisted fragments of memories or fears. Of him. Of the girl in the box." He looked at Raylan. "They never found her. Dr Whitly says she wasn't real, but I know she was."