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Martin looked up at Raylan, raising his eyebrows and looking entirely delighted.

"I have a stalker? Well. That is exciting." He glanced back at Malcolm and then looked at Raylan. "I suppose I should be asking you for protection, if he's going to try to get in here."

"Dr Whitly, we know you've been corresponding with him. He hasn't kept it a secret. We need to know where he'd hide. He tortures children to death. Be decent for once in your life," Malcolm said bitingly.

Martin swiveled in his chair and looked at Malcolm. "When you say he tortures children to death, do you mean a violent pedophile?"

Malcolm nodded curtly.

"Ah. You should have said so. That I remember. Despicable practice, but I try not to judge other people's proclivities. Rocks, glass houses." He huffed a laugh and looked between the men. "You know how it is."

"No. We don't."

Martin shrugged. "Well, before he headed south, my understanding is he had a place here in the city where he'd, um... take them. I don't know if you've added the runaways he found on the streets that he started with to his total, but because he was mob muscle, he actually took one of their safe houses over without old Sol knowing about it and he used it as his..." Martin contemplated a term. "...intimate boudoir, if you will."