To be fair, Raylan hadn't given Gil much time and figured if the man wanted to talk to his consultor, he'd call Malcolm directly. No reason to put that on the Marshal's quarter.

"Looks like you have got some fan-tastic timing, Mr. Bright," he said, dropping the file on the table in front of him. "This-" he said with a finger and a sigh as he sat down, "Came across my desk about 15 minutes before you showed up. Now, I'm not saying it's your guy but.."

His hand flared out lazily in an invitation for Malcolm to open the file. "Let's see what you make of it."