Malcolm flinched a little at the sound of the shot, much louder in the confines of the basement. He felt Quarles' body peel away from him as it fell and turned around to look at it. He didn't notice the spatter on his temple and forehead or the small cut on his neck where Quarles had only just started to move the blade. He looked at the body for a moment, then turned when Raylan asked if he was okay. He nodded, running his hands down the front of his suit.

"Yeah," he said, straightening his tie. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked over at the other hostage and went to untie him. "You're safe now," he told the boy firmly. "You're safe."