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"I don't think we're going for the food," Raylan quipped as he passed Malcolm on the way out.

They weren't. Rolling up in two black SUVs, they filed out and into the restaurant. Art had already told them to let him do the talking and not to do anything stupid. Raylan was picked out specifically for that one with a sharp look in the review. Raylan only smirked and raised a hand, silently promising to be on some kind of behavior.

Three bulky men hung around one older man sitting alone at a table and they looked like the type to carry, all turning to look at the group as they came in. Tim stayed by the door, leaving Rachel to linger behind the rest of the men, carefully eyeing the situation.

"Sol Dulamote," Art greeted. "I see that taxpayer dollars were successfully wasted on getting you on those racketeering charges. You're looking well."

Sol chuckled, eyes staying locked up on Art for a long second as he wiped his mouth, only looking away to set down his napkin. "They were not wasted, Marshal-"

"Chief Mashal," Art corrected.

"-they were spent in the name of justice. I do hope you and your .." Raylan and Malcolm were given a judgemental, condescending look over. "Friends," he chose the word carefully as he smiled back up at Art. "Aren't looking to spend more for harassment, hmm?

"Well," Art started, pulling out a chair and sitting down despite the sudden tension of the thugs, eased only by the slight lift of Sol's fingers. There was a sense of respect, of sorts, between the men for whatever they'd done to each other. "It's only harassment if you're not doing something, and you're always moving something so I'm confident it will be money well spent. But unfortunately for my day, we are not here for you. We're here for Robert Quarles."

Sol shrugged with his face, shoulders barely lifting. "I haven't seen him since we kicked him out for skimming off the top."

Art gave him an unimpressed look. "Uh-huh and I'm Mother Theresa. I know you keep tabs on your boys. We're just askin' for a heads up. Otherwise we're going to start turning over your shops like bulls."