Malcolm Bright

Malcolm sat up a little straighter when the tension in Raylan's shoulders changed. He recognized that a line had been crossed, even if he didn't know what the line was.

Jessica also seemed to recognize that she was suddenly not doing well. She took a deep breath and considered the question. "At least thirty-five years now. I started working with some of these foundations before Malcolm was born," she answered politely.

Malcolm reached out and put a hand on the back of Raylan's arm.

Steady, now.

And maybe he could get them out of here early.