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"I have a lot of t-shirts; I wear them to bed. Can't rely on normal pyjamas if you can't trust your body not to run out into the street while you're sleeping, should it manage to wrest itself from its restraints," he pointed out.

Raylan's attempt at 'I'm walkin' here' made him laugh with genuine delight.

"No, no," he said, waving his spoon at Raylan. "If you pull a gun on the street in New York, you never know what's going to be pointing back at you. Th..."

His phone buzzed. His expression sobered and he set down his spoon to pick it up.

"Hi. ...I see. .....Oh, don't be. I somehow was expecting it. Thanks." He put the phone down and looked at Raylan. "The Surgeon received a fan letter from Robert Quarles almost a year ago. If there was further correspondance, it skirted security."

He tilted his wrist outwards to look at his watch. It was already late when they started after running around New Jersey all afternoon and into the evening.

"We can get in there at 9am," he said. "Guess we may as well turn in."

He picked up files and tossed them back into the box.