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"Me and my sister," he said matter-of-factly. "She wasn't exempt from over-bearing interference, though she's on TV, so her career gets slightly more approval." He considered the potential career paths that would have pleased his mother. "I think she would have been happier if I was... an attorney? Not a public defender or anything of the ilk that deals with real criminals, of course. More like... corporate tax law or something. Or a CEO. Or.... I don't know. A politician?" He considered that answer, then looked at Raylan. "Whatever 'normal' trust fund kids do?"

He'd never considered any other career. His determination to study killers and use that knowledge to catch them had been laser-focused since his father's arrest. His obsession with murder disturbed his mother. He knew that. It disturbed a lot of people. He knew that too. Because he was the son of a killer and everyone seemed to think being obsessed with killers - even with stopping them - was one step onto a slippery slope of becoming one.