Malcolm Bright

Malcolm huffed out a sound that was almost a laugh and he let go of his spoon to clench his right hand on the counter next to his bowl.

"Uh. It was my father." He pressed his lips together and then turned a wry smile on Raylan. "Speaking of raging narcissistic psychopaths." He flexed his hand and clenched it again. "He likes to check in. For some reason he's allowed to make phone calls." His tone suggested neither of these things pleased him to report.