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Nodding his thanks, Raylan started pre cutting the last of his steak. Malcolm was glanced at as he took another bite and shook his head a little, quickly clearing his mouth.

"You've pretty much given me what I need to know already. Stable til he's not, calculating, controlling. Charming is what I read, to live so long in the open." Yeah, he'd looked up the case, did a little light reading.

"Boyd is crazier than shit and got a vocabulary and a charm a mile wide. He's nowhere near the Surgeon's level of intelligence, but it gives me a good start." Hillbillies could be just as crazy as the New York Money but they didn't get mental institutions - they got gen pop prison, despite the body count that racked up due to it. There was always the SHU; the hole. That only ever made the madness worse, in Raylan's experience.

"You got anything you think I should know beforehand?"