Malcolm Bright

Malcolm considered that very carefully, because it was a question he'd asked himself more than once and he wasn't sure he'd come up with an answer.

"...I don't know," he finally said. "I didn't for ten years. I washed my hands of him and moved away. When I told him I wasn't coming back, he went ballistic. I left. He sent me letters. I never opened them; I just burned them. But then I lost my job and I came back here..... My mother was worried I'd start seeing him again, but I didn't really want to. I guess I knew if I did, it'd be hard to stop. He... physically and viscerally disgusts me but... I just. I want some kind of... answers or closure or...something. I guess if there was no girl in a box I'd still want to understand how he could be what he is. That's why I studied criminal psychology and slid into law enforcement from that side of it instead of straight up becoming a cop." He gave Raylan a wry smile. "Of course he's now pretending he's pleased with my career choice and he calls wanting to help me with cases. He just has to be a mentor to..." His voice trailed off an he paled slightly. He blinked, his hand covering his mouth, then suddenly he grabbed his phone and dialed Dani Powell.

"Dani. It's me. Have you contacted Claremont yet? ...You might want to start there." A pause. "Well. Obviously I hope not, but Dr Whitly fits the profile." A pause. "Let me know. Thanks."

He looked at Raylan. "I have a very bad feeling about this."