Malcolm Bright

Malcolm looked over sharply, examining Raylan's profile. He nodded, flexing his hand and then going back to wringing them, but a little less fiercely than before.

"I'd appreciate that."

Claremont soon loomed in front of them and Malcolm pointed to it.

"There's parking around the back."

As Raylan parked the car, Malcolm took a couple of deep breaths, centering himself and calming his anxiety symptoms. When he got out of the car, he put his hands in his coat pockets.