Malcolm Bright

"Same as it took us to get here," he replied, hat readjusted as he dug out his keys and slid into the car. As soon as Malcolm was in, he was tearing out of the parking lot and racing down the highway.

This wasn't going to be a Sunday drive.

"I hate the fact that this is a question that I've gotta ask but.. How long does this guy take, how much time does he invest into an actual killing."