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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: 10 Apr 2020 22:48 (UTC)"Thank you," he said sincerely, glancing over when he felt like his face was ninety percent under control. "Still feel like breakfast? My treat, since you had to deal with both of my parents before even eating."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 01:01 (UTC)"Amazingly, I am," he said, pulling a crooked smile as he finally shut the car door and turned the car engine over. "You got any good places near Hell's Kitchen?"
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 01:33 (UTC)"I figure, that gives us enough time to grab a bite to eat." They couldn't run on nothing. Well, he couldn't anyway. It would put him in a very bad mood, which no one wanted. "He's not going to make anything easy for us, so it's better that we're on top of our game."
Not distracted by fitting looks of giddiness or asshole fathers.
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 02:11 (UTC)Twenty five minutes and two phone calls later from each of the men and Raylan was pulling into a parking spot, minutes later walking inside to find a booth with Malcolm. It didn't take either of them long to order and Raylan sat back as the waitress walked away, one arm over the back of the seat.
"This'll be twice in as many days that I've actually watched you eat, I'm shocked."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 02:14 (UTC)He unfolded his napkin and set it across his lap.
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 02:19 (UTC)In Example, Fancy as Fuck.
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 03:44 (UTC)"One day, I'm going to talk you into something more solid," he teased as he dug into cutting the omelette. "Gateway food."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 03:49 (UTC)transferring it into his mouth before he sogged out. There was a half thought afterwards as to if Malcolm would mind, but it was too late now.
"Helen would say that you're far too skinny."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 12:58 (UTC)"Lemon. Then orange. Then cherry." A beat. "I won't go through all of them. But peach is at the very, very bottom."
The comment about Helen made him smile even wider, with a hitch of a laugh. "Helen would probably be right." He looked up at Raylan suddenly, pointing at him with his spoon. "Sometimes I eat chicken."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 14:59 (UTC)It felt good to see Malcolm smile and grin after the shit they just went though and Raylan did look a little pleased with himself for it, breaking into a half grin at the spoon being pointed at him.
"Helen usually was. That's a good start. Wish you coulda had her fried chicken. Only rivaled in the county by Ava's... Well, til she shot her last husband over dinner. Not that he didn't have it comin' but.. Ya know. Puts people off."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 15:10 (UTC)"Did he complain about the chicken?" he asked with a nod. Motive, right?
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 15:24 (UTC)And why he had no issue thinking that women could be just as, if not more, dangerous with firearms.
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 15:28 (UTC)He ate a spoonful of soup.
"She did always expect us to be respectful to the staff. I don't think she was worried about them shooting us if we weren't, though. Maybe more about them telling tabloids a story about how rude the Surgeon's children were or something."
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Date: 11 Apr 2020 21:33 (UTC)"Shooting and not poisoning? Seems like an easier way to do it, in my opinion. But I'm sure your family paid well enough for that to not be a problem. Do I get to ask where you guys get your money? Was it just from Martin's earnings as a doctor? I know they do well but.." He wasn't sure any doctor of that type lived the same level of lifestyle as Malcolm was used to.
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Date: 12 Apr 2020 13:17 (UTC)It was a little mind boggling, when it was all put together.
"But good for your mother, keeping her hands on what's hers." Raylan knew how badly no money or poor money could affect a life; he equally understood how that worked on the upper side of the scale. "I imagine that's what put you through private schools?"
Boarding seemed too distant for these parents and the idea of Malcolm in the swamp that is public schools was.. laughable.
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Date: 12 Apr 2020 14:19 (UTC)He had, in fact, also gone to boarding school for a couple of years, when he started high school. His mother had thought that, if he got away from the house and the family and the daily reminders, maybe he'd stop seeing his father. The problem was, the daily reminders were inside his head and they always would be. After Vijay stopped hanging around with him, he'd fit in less and less there until his mother pulled the plug on that experiment and decided he could at least do with the chance to get into a prestigious college and put him in the most academically stringent private school in New York. He'd always done well with academics. Socialization less so.
"But yes. It put us both through private schools. And various extracurriculars. And prestige colleges."
He took a bite of soup.
"Though, to her credit, my mother has gone from despairing of my career choice daily to only weekly or even biweekly."
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