Malcolm Bright

Raylan was sure it did, if the way Jessica swept into the room that morning had been any indication. Jessica didn't seem one to mess with, if you wanted to retain all your fingers and money.

"Next meal, I'm buyin'," Raylan warned, handing over his phone as he drained his coffee cup, fished into his wallet to pull out an extra 10 to throw on the table, and gesture for Malcolm to back-up a fraction so he could get out comfortably.

"Do you know where that is?"