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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: 1 Dec 2019 17:24 (UTC)no subject
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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Date: 8 Dec 2019 07:42 (UTC)He surveyed the equipment. "I know how to work it."
He sat down at the station and punched some buttons, going back to the beginning of their timeframe. Once the grainy images started moving, he was transfixed. 'Obsessed' was how the FBI had described Malcolm's technique at doing his job, but he had unquestionably achieved results.
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Date: 10 Dec 2019 00:22 (UTC)The book was opened and Raylan started flipping through pages to yesterday.
"If the guy bought the room, we've got no name. You get a car, we might be able to narrow down on a time." He didn't mind if Malcolm was transfixed just yet - it served their purposes and kept the twitchy, borderline hyperactive man busy.
"What kind of car would a guy like this drive?"
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Date: 13 Dec 2019 02:20 (UTC)"He's avoided detection for this long by being nondescript. That being said, it had to be big enough to keep a body in while he set up his accident scene. A larger sedan or maybe an SUV. Something common as dirt, though."
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Date: 26 Dec 2019 23:11 (UTC)The way Malcolm looked like he was trying to press himself into the screen, Raylan was somehow sure the man had a list in his head of all the cars he'd already seen.
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Date: 27 Dec 2019 01:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Dec 2019 02:25 (UTC)"Got 'em. Room 303." He dug out his notepad and pen, dropping it next to Malcolm. "Get the plate number, whatever you can and let's go see what kinda mess he left this time." Despite the levity of the words, with the body of the previous woman still dancing behind his eyes, Raylan had gotten his taste of blood and that was dangerous for whomever he was after.
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Date: 27 Dec 2019 02:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Dec 2019 03:23 (UTC)Said logbook was dropped on the counter as Raylan passed by with a loud thunk. "Thank you kindly," he said, tipping his hat as he walked out the door, circling back around Malcolm to stick his head back into the office. "And uh, do me a favor? Don't go anywhere."
Now they could go.
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Date: 27 Dec 2019 15:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Dec 2019 18:05 (UTC)"With as many hollars and abandoned places? Hell, if he knows the area, he could ghost us. But what I take from you is that he's not - he's travelin', right?" Might narrow down the choices, or at least give Raylan a hint of someone he might talk to about newcomers showing their face.
"There's a lot of land between here and there. Maybe he left a map," he replied with a sardonic but positive kind of vibe as he pulls his gun out. No way were they walking up on a door without his weapon in his hand.
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Date: 27 Dec 2019 19:11 (UTC)Maybe a receipt and a that partial is enough for them to go back to the office? Dark is coming?
Date: 1 Jan 2020 04:13 (UTC)It was clear. Oddly clear. The room had been half trashed - a struggle had happened. Malcolm would note the claw marks on the headboard of one of the two twin beds, both slept in. One foot in front of the other led Raylan in, muzzle swinging up to the ready as he checked the bathroom with the same skillful caution.
"Clear," he called, going far enough to check the single closet as well, just in case. "If they were here, they're gone now," he sighed, lowering his weapon.
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Date: 1 Jan 2020 20:51 (UTC)"They were here," Malcolm said, nodding towards the scratched headboard. He glanced around, pulling on a paid of nitrile gloves from his pocket. He opened a couple of drawers, then picked up the knocked over waste basket and riffled through it.
"A receipt from the hardware store for a circular saw, duct tape, some garage door opener chain..." He looked at Raylan. "Well, we know what he did with the circular saw," he remarked, continuing to glance around. "If you have scene of crime people, they might be able to lift prints off of some of this," he said, gesturing to the furniture strewn and broken around the room.
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Date: 3 Jan 2020 23:38 (UTC)"How long you think he'll take to find another look alike and set up a new twisted display room?"
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Date: 4 Jan 2020 01:00 (UTC)He looked at Raylan. "Any idea where we should start looking? Anyone you can send to cover more ground?"
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Date: 5 Jan 2020 02:47 (UTC)"Short answer, no." Without much explanation, Raylan holstered his gun and strode out of the room, making short work of the stairs to get back down to the front desk.
"What'd he look like," Raylan demanded as he brust back into the front office. "What do you remember about this guy," he asked, busy furious hands flipping open the login book open and turning it around, tapping on the page with an thinly veiled intensity.
The kid stammered and spilled what he could - a guy, mid 30's, white, New York type accent. Rough looking and a tattoo crawling up his neck.
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Date: 5 Jan 2020 03:17 (UTC)(no subject)
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