Malcolm Bright

Raylan nodded, frowning slightly. "If not Art, then Rachel. Maybe they just got caught at a light." He scratched his forehead thoughtfully, something that would have pushed his cowboy hat back if he had it. "I'm sure they'll catch up.."

But he was still eyeing the building door. What if they just... went and had a little look in the front door? They could stop there, right? The gears in his head were almost audible, and anyone who knew him well enough to read his eyes would find it hard to miss.