Malcolm Bright

Raylan held Malcolm in his gaze for a long beat before sitting back down in his stool, not bothering with the files or his food. If Quarles wasn't such a pain in his ass, if this wasn't such a hard pressed, immediate thing, Raylan would have happily thrown the files to the side for a while but time was lives and while they weren't going anywhere tonight, his point was too valid to ignore.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry this has led back to his doorstep."