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The killer was moving around the country. Malcolm Bright could see the pattern, but he wasn't working for the FBI these days and they weren't exactly taking his calls. Short sighted of them, but they did fire him on suspicion of being crazy. The NYPD's jurisdiction was New York. With the killer beyond its borders, they handed it upwards and left it at that.
Let it go, Bright, had been Gil's sage advice. You can't catch every killer in America single-handedly.
Challenge accepted, some part of him retorted, though he'd only nodded mutely and forced a smile. Gil knew he hadn't simply let it go, but he wasn't going to have him followed to stop him doing anything stupid, either. He didn't have the will or the resources to keep tabs on Malcolm Bright 24/7 and Malcolm Bright knew it.
His mother, on the other hand, had extensive resources, so he simply didn't tell her he was leaving town. He did arrange for Ainsley to feed his bird, so the truth would come out eventually, but he'd be several states away by then.
He rode the bus. There was something oddly comforting about the anonymity of being in a crowd of strangers who had no interest in him whatsoever. He stared out the window and watched the country go by. When he stepped off the Greyhound in Lexington, Kentucky, he walked to a nearby hotel and checked in, then headed straight to the US Marshals office. There was no point in trying to talk to the FBI. If he was going to stop a killer from killing again, he needed someone in law enforcement to listen to him. The pattern suggested the next murder would happen in one of the rural communities around Lexington and it would be precipitated by a young woman's disappearance. He needed law enforcement with local knowledge, specifically.
He wandered into the Marshals' offices in a tidy three piece suit, charcoal grey with a burgundy tie perfectly knotted at his collar. He got a few suspicious sidelong glances but nobody asked if they could help him. He cleared his throat.
"Um, hello? I'm wondering if there's anyone here I can talk to about murder." He held up his hands. "Stopping murder, specifically, not... like... smalltalk."
Let it go, Bright, had been Gil's sage advice. You can't catch every killer in America single-handedly.
Challenge accepted, some part of him retorted, though he'd only nodded mutely and forced a smile. Gil knew he hadn't simply let it go, but he wasn't going to have him followed to stop him doing anything stupid, either. He didn't have the will or the resources to keep tabs on Malcolm Bright 24/7 and Malcolm Bright knew it.
His mother, on the other hand, had extensive resources, so he simply didn't tell her he was leaving town. He did arrange for Ainsley to feed his bird, so the truth would come out eventually, but he'd be several states away by then.
He rode the bus. There was something oddly comforting about the anonymity of being in a crowd of strangers who had no interest in him whatsoever. He stared out the window and watched the country go by. When he stepped off the Greyhound in Lexington, Kentucky, he walked to a nearby hotel and checked in, then headed straight to the US Marshals office. There was no point in trying to talk to the FBI. If he was going to stop a killer from killing again, he needed someone in law enforcement to listen to him. The pattern suggested the next murder would happen in one of the rural communities around Lexington and it would be precipitated by a young woman's disappearance. He needed law enforcement with local knowledge, specifically.
He wandered into the Marshals' offices in a tidy three piece suit, charcoal grey with a burgundy tie perfectly knotted at his collar. He got a few suspicious sidelong glances but nobody asked if they could help him. He cleared his throat.
"Um, hello? I'm wondering if there's anyone here I can talk to about murder." He held up his hands. "Stopping murder, specifically, not... like... smalltalk."
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Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:02 (UTC)The guy drew, Raylan shot and was consequently reassigned as he was investigated. His file of sins was a bit bigger than punching a FBI and Malcolm would surely find the paper trail of bodies that followed Raylan Givens.
"'Bout 30 minutes. We're gonna have to hold tight. I saw some bread in the kitchen and frankly, I'm hungry enough to chase a horse," he declared, striding that way.
No, a murder scene didn't bother him, even one like this.
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Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:09 (UTC)"...You're going to eat her food?"
Was that adding insult to injury or was it tampering with evidence? He wasn't sure it was either of those. Maybe it was an unspoken rule. Maybe it was fine around here?
"Is that normal?"
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Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:12 (UTC)"Not that it'll put much of a dent in the screen and glass costs this place's got."
Raylan was utterly unworried and unapologetic as he got into the kitchen and spun open the bread.
"Hey, how much does a PB&J cost in New York?"
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Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:26 (UTC)"Big City and all. Get your tamales with a side of Lo Mein and curry, I imagine. Not to say that Kentucky doesn't have some culture and class," he continued, setting about the swift and practiced movements of making his sandwich. The mayo was spread to the crust, slight pains were taken to make sure the cheese didn't go outside those crusts and the ham was almost artfully piled before he laid over a few tomato slices, curtosy of the butter tub. Once everything was put away, Raylan would meander back towards the table in the center of the room, nabbing the salt and pepper.
"Up north, Louisville is almost civilized, compared to the hills here. 5 star restaurants, booming metropolis and all." With the sandwich made and seasoned, Raylan put everything away before cutting it in half. "Normally, I eat breakfast," he finished in way of explanation before picking up one half of the sandwich and leaning against the countertop as he bit into it.
"Don't tell Art."
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Date: 17 Nov 2019 02:31 (UTC)He walked through the kitchen, looking at where the oven mitts hung and what sort of tea towels she had and the family photos on her refrigerator.
"Both secrets are safe with me," he added with a smile, looking at Raylan over his shoulder from where he stood looking at the fridge door.
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Date: 19 Nov 2019 00:12 (UTC)"'Course, he tends to frown on a lotta things that I tend to piss him off on," he ceded with a chuckle and another bite, curious eyes wondering why Malcolm was so put off food. Didn't seem natural.
"I'm trying to not give him a heart attack til he's really ready to retire, though I might not manage that. The way I'm goin'."
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Date: 19 Nov 2019 15:56 (UTC)no subject
Date: 23 Nov 2019 01:54 (UTC)"No. Art is just an older, stricter generation than I am. Doesn't quite understand my situations. Doesn't understand why I don't deal with them the way he would." But then again, Art wasn't as angry as Raylan was against the type of people he came up against. Criminals, openly and happy to be so.
"The way of the world, our elders resisting change and telling us how things outta be done." At least out here. The carefree sentiment was coupled with a deft bite of his quickly vanishing sandwich.
"Where'd you grow up?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2019 08:16 (UTC)"New York. I moved back after my stint in the FBI," he explained. "I guess I figured you can't just...keep running away. Eventually you have to go home."
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Date: 24 Nov 2019 18:49 (UTC)no subject
Date: 24 Nov 2019 19:11 (UTC)"When I left, I really thought it was done," he admitted. "Long done. But also... never done, I suppose and when I got back I realized it was less done than I thought." He shrugged and started unconsciously wringing his hands together. "It's complicated."
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Date: 26 Nov 2019 02:55 (UTC)"Sounds like a story I don't care to hear - they outta be pullin up in a minute. C'mon," he said, pushing to his feet and heading towards the door. If he asked, if he heard the story, there'd be some social demand that he share his own and neither of them wanted that. God willin', Arlo wouldn't make enough noise for Raylan to be forced to make a detour.
Adjusting his hat as he came out onto the porch, he propped a thumb into his belt-loop as he leaned on the porch support.
A familiar face, Tim, steps out with sarcasm on his lips. "Couldn't save the exciting stuff for me, huh? Should have known New York was shiny."
Raylan scoffed. "Gotta show the new kid a good time, right?"
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Date: 30 Nov 2019 13:32 (UTC)He really didn't know what they were saying, even though it sounded like English. Sort of.
He also sort of objected to 'new kid', but not enough to make a fuss about it. He felt like that would somehow make him even more kidlike to these.... mountain man types. Besides, it wasn't like Malcolm made an effort to not seem like a soft and dapper gentleman in his fussy, expensive suits. It wouldn't do to have dark and sharp corners on display where people might fail to underestimate them. Men this rugged could call him worse than 'new' and 'kid'. Many of their ilk had.
He stepped aside as Tim approached, allowing him to lead the way back into the crime scene, but Malcolm was quickly at his heels.
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Date: 30 Nov 2019 17:48 (UTC)Tim let out a low whistle as he steps into the dining room, hands finding his hips. "Messy remodeling," he quips, glancing back at the group of them. "Do we know who she is yet?" As he asked, he stepped further in, giving Rachel a chance to look at the blood bath and direct the new car full of people pulling up. The house was about to get busy.
"Not the lady that's supposed to be here, that's for sure," Raylan said, lifting his chin at Malcolm for the man to take over with his weird specificities.
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Date: 30 Nov 2019 19:17 (UTC)"Basically, someone who's in... I suppose infatuation would be the right word. It's more accurate than 'love', love isn't this selfish. Anyway, this person has been traveling around the country murdering women who look like the woman who lives here," he told them. "And until now, his efforts to make the deaths look like accidents have been a lot more... believable than this," he added, giving the scene a distasteful look. "He's in endgame now and he's not as invested in keeping up appearances. This particular murder was a show for the benefit of the resident of this house, who we have to find," he added, turning to Raylan, "before he gets to her part in all this. But, he has to kill one more person first. Ritual is important to him. We need to find another woman who matches their description before he does and maybe we'll save two lives here. Which will be an uphill battle," he informed them, already moving towards the door, "since he's probably already targeted someone and we don't know who the choices even are!"
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Date: 1 Dec 2019 01:47 (UTC)Smirking, Raylan eyed his best working friend and followed Malcolm out, answering the phone call ringing on his phone.
"Givens," he answered, strolling towards his car and making a brief eye contact with Malcolm before he opened his door and slipped into the driver seat. "Uh-huh, where at? Good. Send me the exact address."
As he closed the phone, Raylan squinted, turning on the car. "The locals found her car at a hotel. Maybe she got spooked. We're heading there now."
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Date: 1 Dec 2019 19:28 (UTC)There were security cameras and Raylan was positive they could get a look at them. The badge on his hip got him pretty far, and his fists got him further.
"Could he have laid that out for her, watched the reaction, scared her off and is lookin' to catch her in a less secure place?" Like a hotel. After all, they weren't exactly safe unless no one knew that you were going there.
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Date: 2 Dec 2019 08:08 (UTC)no subject
Date: 3 Dec 2019 21:00 (UTC)"Private showing," Raylan echoed with a distasteful sigh. "We'll see what the log says."
It only took them 15 minutes to get to the hotel - a dirty little two level building that sprawled further than it felt like it should. Like it was meant to look grander, despite being out in the middle of nearly nowhere and clearly on its way towards ShitHole.
Raylan kept his face as quiet as he could, face still wrinkling at his continued distaste. "Never liked these corporate type places. Always expect roaches and bedbugs," he grumbled as he adjusted his jacket and hat, heading for the front office.
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Date: 4 Dec 2019 06:36 (UTC)He didn't mention why he had statistics like that to hand.
He let Raylan do the talking as they approached the front desk, but he was watchful, both of the room itself and the receptionist's face when Raylan spoke to her.
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Date: 5 Dec 2019 02:13 (UTC)"Why do you know that?"
Malcolm would have only a few seconds before Raylan was pulling open the door and striding in, nodding his head at the young guy behind the counter.
"Hey, we need to see you sign in log," he started, pulling off his badge and lifting it up for a clear viewing. "And your security cameras, for the past three days." A finger was getstured at the cams he knew was out there.
"What kinda badge is that?" The kid asked, the oil on his skin reflecting every inch of life. He could have been all of 18, if Raylan had to guess.
"US Marshal," he replied, his disappointment clear in his tone. "Like the FBI but with less rules. Your log," he prompted, eyebrows rising as he pointed his finger at the book in front of the kid.
"Please." It was added but not strictly meant and the kid behind the counter handed it over.
"Y-you can see the cameras in the back."
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Date: 6 Dec 2019 16:16 (UTC)As they moved around to head into the back, Malcolm waited for the door to shut behind them before he grinned at Raylan. "Like the FBI but with fewer rules," he repeated, nodding, pleased. "I like it. I don't know if it's strictly true, but I knew I came to your office for a reason."
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Date: 7 Dec 2019 19:51 (UTC)It helped that he was very good at his job.
"I take it you know how to work this stuff," he said, pointing at the cameras. "Unless you'd rather do the light reading.." The log book was wiggled in his hand.
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