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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: 7 Apr 2020 22:50 (UTC)"It's probably much easier than you're imagining it," he said with a grin.
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Date: 7 Apr 2020 23:38 (UTC)"To the wall, yeah. With heavy duty hardware now, since the window thing I told you about. Had to beef that up." He yanked on it. "Not going anywhere. Hopefully."
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 00:01 (UTC)"If you need anything, like... water or... some more scotch? Just help yourself," he called over as he settled into his pillows.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 00:24 (UTC)"You know me and my 3 am scotches," he drawled roughly with a smirk. "G'night Malcolm."
He had internal bets as to how many hours of sleep he'd get tonight with full intentions of moving to Malcolm's bed floorside if he had to.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 00:37 (UTC)"I'm trying..." he murmured. "Trying."
Suddenly he jerked, yanking at the restraints as he thrashed towards the edge of the bed. He would certainly have gone over the edge if he hadn't been restrained, doing a header onto the floor like he had at Arlo's. The hardware held. He jerked in the other direction.
"I CAN'T REMEMBER!" he screamed. "STOP! STOP!"
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 00:41 (UTC)"Shit." This time though, he had a plan.. Well, half a plan. A quarter of a plan, if he was being generous.
"Hey hey," he started as he scrambled from his bed, pillow in hand, knowing full well that wasn't going to wake Malcolm alone and opted to start by.. shaking Malcolm's foot. Quickly, Malcolm was kind enough to shoot that idea down like a 50 millimeter gun and before Raylan decided to go to any real extremes, he pitched his pillow hard at Malcolm's face with a very loud, very commanding, "HEY."
It was worth a shot.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 00:50 (UTC)"No. Don't. DON'T! STAY BACK!"
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:02 (UTC)"Aw hell," he swore for a third time before coming around to the side and sliding a hand up Malcolm's chest to hold him down, off hand coming to cup the man's face and slap him lightly. Raylan was cognizant of the danger Malcolm and his blind terror could cause and kept himself leaned back, weight mostly on Malcolm's chest but just enough to keep the man from sitting back up and thrashing towards the side.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:06 (UTC)He frowned, still a little breathless from the exertion.
"I woke you up."
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:12 (UTC)"Nah, I just love coming to bother you in bed," he said sardonically with a smirk barely visible in the faint light. "We both knew it was gonna happen. Don't worry about it," he said with a following pat on Malcolm's chest before tugging his pillow off the bed and tossing it on the floor.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:15 (UTC)"Do you need a new one?" he asked in all sincerity.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:18 (UTC)"Go back to sleep, if you can," he said with a dad grunt as he worked himself down onto the floor, blanket getting swished to cover everything smoothly. "Only a few more hours til sunup."
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:22 (UTC)"...Y-you're going to sleep on the floor?"
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:37 (UTC)"Oh."
He shifted his blankets around so they weren't all askew from his kicking them, his restraints clinking faintly at the exertion, then settled back again, his hands resting just below his ribcage.
"Thanks," he said after a long moment. "He was going to stab me." He glanced over towards the edge of the bed. He couldn't see Raylan, but could feel the warmth of his presence there. "When you woke me up."
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:43 (UTC)"Who?" He had a feeling it was Martin Whitley, on gut alone. "Your dad?"
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 01:57 (UTC)What a loaded question, but Raylan couldn't help but ask, the guilt of him dodging Malcolm's earlier question starting to weigh on him.
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 02:04 (UTC)He held up a hand, restraints clinking faintly. "The department and my mother's money kind of kept it out of the papers, so it's not... it's not really common knowledge, this kidnapping."
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Date: 8 Apr 2020 02:12 (UTC)"What did they do about it? Someone did something, right?" There was a clear, heavy expectation in his tone. The questions were enough for him to turn onto his back properly and push up onto his hands, wild hair and eyes just peeking above the edge of Malcolm's bed.
"How's surviving bleeding out make you more a killer?" He didn't understand that either.
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