The mention of Dr Whitly specifically seemed to take some of the wind out of the man's sails, like Malcolm had come across a personal treasure that he was threatening to steal. "That man is a gift and I, for one," he continued, breathing in deeply. "Am honored that he accepts the reality of the world as it is."

Raylan started to move, one foot at a time, trying to force Quarles to move with them.

"Don't matter what you think the world is, you're not going to be seeing him anytime soon."

Quarles laughed. "Where do you think they'll put me, Raylan?"

Hazel eyes darted to Malcolm. Is this normal?

"Right next to what, your new step daddy? Got the adoption papers filled out yet? I know some folks who might object."