Malcolm Bright

"Shit." Raylan swore tightly as he glanced between his windows. "So we work on Quarles and hope we get enough to kick it up to Major crimes. I don't care who's on him so long as someone is."

Art nodded in agreement.

"One thing at a time. Like you focusing on driving and not enjoying all this bullshit," the older man said with a good natured smirk and glance back at Malcolm. No offence was taken; Art knew people were quirky and knew a few people that fell a little to hard into their work.