Art grunted, unsurprised that Malcolm didn't protest Raylan's answer.

"It's a twenty year old case that we spent seven on beforehand. What the hell do you think?" Despite his gruffness, he wasn't angry, just old and spent too much time chasing ghosts. "His family mixes with the Dixie Mafia. He's responsible for a lotta deaths." And that was enough to generally piss him off, much like it did Raylan. They were cut from a similar cloth.