"You got a time?" Even as Malcolm was answering, Raylan was squinting at the screen, though if that was from a failing eyesight or just it being Raylan's face, no one would know.

"Got 'em. Room 303." He dug out his notepad and pen, dropping it next to Malcolm. "Get the plate number, whatever you can and let's go see what kinda mess he left this time." Despite the levity of the words, with the body of the previous woman still dancing behind his eyes, Raylan had gotten his taste of blood and that was dangerous for whomever he was after.