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"Like I said, might be eye." The tone offered was suggestional and light, the same carefreely confident Raylan but after stepping back and turning around, his face reset back into a hard angry steel. None of this had gone the way he wanted it to and now he had another mark on his record to explain and get held against him.

It was three and a half hours later before Raylan was let go again to his own devices, irritated and put off by the song and dance of bureaucracy, and the ideas of memories of what Malcolm had to go through. Martin's cheery face would look better the way it is underneath, bloody and ugly. Raylan knew he couldn't go back to Malcolm's wired up so he took the chance to just.. walk around a few blocks of the city.

An hour after that, Raylan finally circled back to Malcolm's apartment and.. realized he had no way in. IF he couldn't find a call button, he'd knock and worst come to worst, he could just call.