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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: 16 Apr 2020 02:08 (UTC)He took a licorice from the jar on the counter and absently took a bite.
"Sometimes I watch documentaries."
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 02:24 (UTC)"I don't watch any TV. No drive or incline to." Why was he sitting on Malcolm's couch anyway, testing it out? Science. He sighed and clicked the TV off, pushing back up into his feet. "Never anything on.." He gestured towards Sunshine. "Since that's the case, wanna tell me about your bird?"
They passed the time amazingly well, and Raylan couldn't quite recall which one of them noted the time, sending them both into a stepping pace. Raylan had to shower but got dressed in the bathroom and stepped out dressed but untied, hair slicked back as he went to hunt for socks.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 03:12 (UTC)Raylan felt.. fidgety. "This the kind of party that has 3 forks? I don't know the layout," he admitted, glancing at the ceiling before glancing down at Malcolm's strikingly close face. All the urges that he'd suppressed since that first night he'd had to straddle Malcolm to prevent him from tumbling down the stairs was raised to the surface, leaving Raylan to swallow tightly and find another place for his eyes to be.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 13:08 (UTC)"Um, don't worry about the forks. You just start at the outside and work your way in. I'd say just watch which fork I use, but I skip a lot of the courses. The level of insecurity my mother is feeling in the group will determine how much of a hard time she gives me about it," he rambled before clasping his hands in front of himself.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 13:52 (UTC)"Think I'll pass?" Despite him feeling like his redneck was crawling out from under his collar, even he had to admit he looked half decent. If he could keep his hands out of his hair that was.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 13:58 (UTC)A car horn sounded. Malcolm gestured to the door.
"That's Adolpho. Are you ready?"
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 14:00 (UTC)He had a feeling this was gonna be a long dinner.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 14:21 (UTC)As they made their way through the maze of tables, Malcolm looked at Raylan. "Doing okay so far?"
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 15:30 (UTC)"I feel like rooms this large is why everyone's in such good shape. Lotta walking." Once he was seated, he glanced around. "I can see why people drink at these things."
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 19:27 (UTC)Malcolm had neither, but he knew this world.
Malcolm sat down on Raylan's right, leaving the centre seat facing the MC for his mother, who hadn't arrived yet. Then Raylan would be a nice-sized buffer between her and Malcolm's... well, depending on her mood, she would consider them either his 'dietary requirements' or his 'picky eating'.
"Other than it being free?" he joked at Raylan's quip. He flagged down a waiter and ordered a scotch for himself, then looked to Raylan for his order.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 19:54 (UTC)The Marshal glanced at the empty chairs as he got comfortable, scoffing a grin. "Ain't that the best kind? Scotch for me as well please," he said, directing the last politely at the waiter.
"I can't tell if we're early or everyone else is late. What is this thing for again? A.. fundraiser? I suppose I should just wait for the show to start instead of asking but.." The words were already out there now.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 20:00 (UTC)He glanced around.
"And she would never show up on time for something."
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 21:17 (UTC)"Always fashionably late?" Raylan smirked. "Your family likes to be showstopper, don't they?" If Malcolm was included in that, it was purely a compliment.
"That's her day job, huh? Charities?" He couldn't imagine how that worked but he was sure that it had, flawlessly by any outsiders estimation.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 21:25 (UTC)He glanced at Raylan.
"Too scandalous for their stomachs."
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 21:29 (UTC)"Nice that she's still doing good works despite of it." And he did really mean it - he might not have money or know rich people, outside of Malcolm, it went against the idea that was largely presented to the world and that he could appreciate.
"Does she drag you to these kind of things often?"
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 22:09 (UTC)He glanced around. "Now and then. Sometimes she drags my sister. Sometimes both of us."
The waiter brought their drinks and a moment later Jessica Whitly swept up to the table with Ainsley right behind her.
"Darling! You made it," she exclaimed, giving Malcolm a broad grin. She offered her hand to Raylan. "Nice to see you again," she told him. "Ainsley," she said, beckoning her daughter over. "This is Malcolm's guest, Raylan."
Malcolm took closed his eyes to take a deep breath and release a long suffering sigh.
"Ainsley Whitly," she told Raylan, smirking at Malcolm while offering her hand.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 22:53 (UTC)"Clearly tonight it's both of you," he sounded softly in warning with a facial bob of thanks towards the waiter as he took his drink, stealing a sip before abandoning it to stand and shake Jessica's and Ainsley's hands with a polite bob of his head. There was another impulse to help them into their chairs but that one got wrestled into the back and gagged.
"Ma'am." There was almost a tip of a hat, but no hat to be found and miraculously, Raylan kept his hand where it should be for each shake. Ainsley got a "Nice to meet you," before he sat back down. "The suit fits perfectly by the way," he started towards Jessica, glass finding his hand again. "You'll have to send me the bill so that I've got at least one thing in my closet that isn't cotton or denim."
Oh, he saw the smirks and the looks, but what they meant was a little beyond his understanding just yet but they meant something, he knew that much.
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 23:43 (UTC)"I understand you're a United States Marshall," Ainsley, seated on the opposite side of Jessica from Raylan, said. "What jurisdiction were you in before you came here?"
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Date: 16 Apr 2020 23:55 (UTC)"I am not 'here' in such a sense. As a Marshal, we've kinda got jurisdiction anywhere, within reason." His head tilted a little, chin lifting slightly. "Malcolm watches your reports on TV. You sound like a solid journalist."
He knew that Ainsley would likely search his name the first chance she got, but this wasn't the kinda place where one admitted that there were be a bloody file to be found on him.
"So it won't take you long to find out that I'm currently assigned to Lexington, Kentucky. We're due to be leaving tomorrow, which is the other reason that I can afford to be here without a work conflict."
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Date: 17 Apr 2020 00:05 (UTC)"Lexington. I've never been to Kentucky," she directed at Raylan like nothing had happened. "Do they keep you busy there?"
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Date: 17 Apr 2020 00:17 (UTC)"Trust me, there's not much of anything to see, unless you've got a pension for dead trees and a lotta open land." It was subtle, but Raylan was making sure to mind his accent to stop it from lapsing too far. He knew full well how a good accent could build up some very incorrect assumptions. "But they do, yes. We're currently looking to stop some domestic terrorism that's rooted in a nearby county. An outlying connection and problem of it's own is why we're up here and the NYPD was kind enough to loan Malcolm to us."
He wasn't going to ask about or use last names here; that felt like a whole can of worms.
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Date: 17 Apr 2020 00:35 (UTC)Jessica put her hand up. "We are not talking about horrific crimes here tonight," she said, giving each of her children a stern look, but lingering on Malcolm - who had yet to really say anything - a little longer, to be sure he understood.
He took a sip of his drink and promised nothing.
Jessica looked at Raylan and set her hand on his arm, leaning towards him slightly. "How have you enjoyed New York?"
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Date: 17 Apr 2020 00:50 (UTC)"It's quite a city," he praised, giving her his most charming Good ol' boy smile. "Shiny and rough in all the promised places. I'm a little disappointed that I don't have time to go to Ellis Island, but maybe the US Marshal's service will find another case that I might be in these parts for, get the time to go sight seeing properly. I understand you and your family have been here for a long time, if you've got some suggestions on what I ought to see, as a native yourself.."
He understood the kind of woman Jessica was. There was a certain amount of attention to be paid for her to feel as shiny as she was and while it bordered on small-talk, Raylan was genuinely interested what the first thing to come to one who was used to living the way the Whitly's were would come to mind. He also understood that he was something of a buffer for her sharp eyed attentions on Malcolm and considering he knew roughly how much a suit like the one he was wearing was worth, he could occupy Jessica with a little charm while working that glass of scotch.
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Date: 17 Apr 2020 01:06 (UTC)He shrugged broadly.
A photographer approached the table and snapped a picture of the four of them as he passed.
A waiter started setting soup in front of each of them.
"I'd also recommend a Broadway show. It's the sort of thing people expect from a visit to New York," she noted, letting go of his arm to pick up her soup spoon.
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