Even without his hat, Raylan couldn't help but tip his baseball cap at Sol before following Art out of the restaurant. No way in hell Art or Malcolm was going to pull up the rear, they were the 'precious cargo' of the unit.

He breathed easier once they were outside, sidling up to the two, listening to Malcolm's point and Art's answer.

"Yeah." A name was rattled off, old eyes coming up to Malcolm and expecting no recognition. "Think your boys at the office could get us something on the name? A place to add to our list?"