Malcolm Bright

Raylan nodded again with a faint lift of his eyebrows, eyes busy with another 3 files as Malcolm talks.

"It certainly would, if you had the mind to use it. Love is a powerful drug. Acceptance is a close second and I'm sure some of these sickos would eat something like that up like Christmas dinner." He hated how ordinary and routine that line of thinking was but he'd long set aside his daydreams of what ought to be.

"It's hard not to know what goes on if you've got a lick of sense about you. Pretty sure you could watch his climb in Sol's rank in the newspapers here, if ya looked hard enough."