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Sliding into the car, Raylan sat there for a long handful of seconds, doing a thousand yard stare out the window. There were so many things he didn't like, so he focused on the next most prominent step. More fucking driving.

Raylan itched to have Quarles in front of him, for this dog and horse race to be over with so he could go back to workin' on Boyd. But no, Quarles had to go and stick his nose in and lead them all up and down the east coast. Raylan couldn't wait to get a few fingers of whiskey into his hand.

The engine turned over, Raylan tapped the next address in and pulled the car back out onto the road.

"How many prisons you guys got here? Alls I know is Rikers Island and that'll be a hellva search."