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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: 23 Jan 2020 04:17 (UTC)"I'm guessing that New York had a field day with that. Had to be rough on a young kid." He was almost afraid to ask what Malcolm's father did to cause the screaming upstairs, which Raylan naturally assumed was the source, but it was 1:30, they were up and he knew he'd get around to it, but he couldn't help but give Malcolm the room to talk and fill in what he would on his own, much like he would a suspect he was sympathizing with.
He wasn't just sympathizing here. It happened in a snap but Arlo's indiscretions suddenly seemed like minor church sins in comparison. It was an odd feeling.
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 13:44 (UTC)"More than New York, though. My father's name is Dr Martin Whitly, but he's more popularly well-known as the Surgeon."
Malcolm watched Raylan's face; pretty much everyone everywhere had heard of one of the most notorious serial killers of the twentieth century. He expected at least a flicker of passing recognition from someone in law enforcement.
"And when I was a child, I accidentally found one of his victims. A girl in a box in his hobby room." He gestured to his temple with his right hand, which was shaking again.
"And then I'm missing memories. I'm pretty certain at this point that he started drugging me with chloroform that night. To make me sleep. To make me forget. But some time after that, it stopped working so well or he slipped up, because I came out of it and called the police."
He looked up at the ceiling.
"Most of the nightmares are memories, or fragments of memories or...twisted fragments of memories or fears. Of him. Of the girl in the box." He looked at Raylan. "They never found her. Dr Whitly says she wasn't real, but I know she was."
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 20:42 (UTC)He took the rest of the story in quietly, eyes remaining on the wider gauge as he noted the tremble in Malcolm's hand.
"Glad I didn't shoot you." Seems like the last thing Malcolm needed was more.. well.. anything.
"Those been happening since he was picked up or did it creep on ya?"
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 20:55 (UTC)At the question, Malcolm glanced at his hand, gave it a tight, rueful smile and clenched it tightly, pressing it down onto the table.
"Psychogenic tremor. It started during the police interrogations." He flexed his hand wide open and then shut again. Open and then shut. "There was a detective that had been working on the Surgeon's crimes before he was identified. After the arrest, he brought me into the police station and questioned me for hours. He said I had to know more than I told the arresting officer. He suggested that maybe I'd helped Dr Whitly with the murders."
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 21:41 (UTC)"Few bad apples ruin the whole damn barrel." The idea that an 11 year old was a murderer was some backwards shit unless they had proof. "They still got the good Doctor tied up in the ward?"
Raylan was sure that the media would blow it up and everywhere if such a notorious killer had died, but it was possible he missed it. And now that he was thinking back on their earlier conversation, some of Malcolm's perks and understandings make sense.
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 21:58 (UTC)"Dr Whitly has lived very comfortably in the high security ward of Claremont Psychiatric Hospital in New York for the last twenty years. He continues to sell his 'what I have is a sickness' shtick with the strength of all the charisma that made him a successful predator. He managed to avoid a federal death penalty."
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 23:08 (UTC)Names were important. Even if Raylan had no idea where the hell his parents got his name from or what the hell 'Arlo' was supposed to be.
Malcolm was lucker, in that.
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 23:18 (UTC)"I changed it before I applied to Quantico. He was darkness. I wanted to make a conscious choice to be... something else."
He finally took a sip of his coffee, even if it wasn't the best idea when he wasn't going to be taking his medication on time. He liked a cup of coffee in the morning. One cup.
He lifted his eyes from the cup to Raylan as he put it down.
"He wanted to apprentice me into his trade, too."
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 23:35 (UTC)If pushed, Raylan would have all sorts of uneducated and too practical to accomedate opinions on overmedication, lack of good eatin' and terrible sleep, but he wasn't one of those kinda people to push or voice those ideas.
"The eternal struggles of Daddy's and their sons," he sighed. "You must be pretty good to still get to work with the NYPD with that kinda history."
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Date: 23 Jan 2020 23:45 (UTC)"I wasn't too good to get fired by the FBI," he pointed out. "They listed a litany of sins that culminated in a concern that I could share my father's... illness." He looked at Raylan. "Lieutenant Arroyo was the beat cop that answered my 911 call," he revealed. "He came to find me when I got back to New York, told me he needed my brain for a case." He took a sip of coffee and set the cup down, looking at it instead of the Marshall again. "It's not the first time he's saved me. I'm reasonably certain it won't be the last."
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 01:26 (UTC)The revelation was given with an understanding 'Ah'. Now Gil's tone made a little more sense.
"And if he hadn't? What do you think you'd be doin'?"
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 01:31 (UTC)"I don't know. Sitting in my apartment slowly going crazy? Watching the papers for weird and grisly crimes and showing up on the doorstep of random law enforcement agencies asking if there's anyone I can talk to about murder?"
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 01:37 (UTC)He assumed that every crime that Malcolm solved and every life he saved went into some counter against the blood his father spilled. But Raylan wasn't going to say that either.
"Been thinking about a few places that someone like that might go. Places where there aren't other people to point out the new face. I got a couple of ideas."
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 01:40 (UTC)When Raylan started talking about the case, Malcolm perked up visibly, his grip tightening a little on his coffee cup when he said he had ideas where the murderer might have gone.
"You do? What sort of ideas?"
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 01:51 (UTC)"There's a few plots of land that aren't occupied. Owners gone to jail or died and the lands been returned back to the state for one reason of another. A couple of them come with mines and plenty of room for no one to hear any sounds of protest. We'll look at 'em when it's light."
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 02:22 (UTC)His eyes widened when Raylan described his ideas for morning. "How many are there? How far away are they?" he asked eagerly.
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 02:40 (UTC)"And the Docs thinks that's.. healthy?"
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 03:07 (UTC)"If that's what they say," was all he could offer, not willing to litigate something he couldn't control and wasn't his business in the first place.
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 03:15 (UTC)But this was why he tended to avoid getting into the topic of his medication with people unless avoiding it would look even weirder. If mental illness had a stigma, medicating it had its own category.
"You saw the part they can't control," he pointed out, nodding towards the ceiling. "That's the tip of the trauma iceberg, I promise you. And if we don't go back to town some time tomorrow, you might get more of a glimpse of the rest than you want."
Malcolm was going to miss large swathes of his fastidious morning routine, which wouldn't help his head any either.
He wrapped his hands around his cup.
"I'm not sure it would be my choice either if there was any other way," he admitted, "but I'm... comfortable with where I'm at right now. My mother keeps offering me barbiturates, but I don't like a sleep I can't wake up from, however well meaning its imposition."
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 03:20 (UTC)Didn't do much to back up the argument.
Raylan shook his head. "But I don't know shit from shit. Not my place to say anything about it. We're all tryin' to get through our days." He wasn't going to mention how much whiskey he downed.
"Half the reason I hate being here so." He half cheered Malcolm before taking another sip of his now reasonably temperatured coffee.
"But if we need to airlift you back to Lexington, I'm sure the US Marshal's Service will, if with a bill."
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Date: 24 Jan 2020 03:32 (UTC)"We'll get you back into Lexington tomorrow. Come hell or high water. You can get your meds and a fresh suit." He was sure Malcolm was ready for one of those; Kentucky was dusty. Raylan took a deep breath. "Hell, since we ain't sleeping, we could head up there now and back down before 8. That's practically sunrise to some people."
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