Malcolm laughed, looking down into his coffee cup for a moment.
"I wasn't too good to get fired by the FBI," he pointed out. "They listed a litany of sins that culminated in a concern that I could share my father's... illness." He looked at Raylan. "Lieutenant Arroyo was the beat cop that answered my 911 call," he revealed. "He came to find me when I got back to New York, told me he needed my brain for a case." He took a sip of coffee and set the cup down, looking at it instead of the Marshall again. "It's not the first time he's saved me. I'm reasonably certain it won't be the last."
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"I wasn't too good to get fired by the FBI," he pointed out. "They listed a litany of sins that culminated in a concern that I could share my father's... illness." He looked at Raylan. "Lieutenant Arroyo was the beat cop that answered my 911 call," he revealed. "He came to find me when I got back to New York, told me he needed my brain for a case." He took a sip of coffee and set the cup down, looking at it instead of the Marshall again. "It's not the first time he's saved me. I'm reasonably certain it won't be the last."