Malcolm Bright

"That place on the corner is popular at the precinct," was Malcolm's only contribution to the food conversation. He didn't eat there. He could stomach neither pizza nor fried chicken. Nor steak. The third house was a bust as well, but on the way back, he called Gil about the files.

"We can bring the boxes back to my apartment," Malcolm told Raylan as he hung up the phone. He thought the Marshall might be in the market for two fingers of scotch to go with his steak. "Also, if he sent his first letter through conventional means, the prison would likely have opened it. There might be a record of that."