"He seems like a solid guy," Raylan praised with a faint nod of his head. As Malcolm continued, Raylan's face didn't change much. "I'd scream like I was getting skinned if a dead girl was always in my bed around 3 am."

Raylan didn't think Malcolm was crazy. Obsessed, maybe. Damaged. Trying to answer questions that wouldn't leave him alone long enough for him to even consider letting it go.

He stabbed another bite of potato.

"Maybe solving it will let you.." Raylan gestured uselessly. "Put her to rest."