“You wanna come pick me up? I’m by fifth and maple.”

“Be there in 10.” Raylan flicks his phone shut, grabbing his hat and jacket as he’s already out the door and starting the engine.

As promised, he’s skidding to a stop and popping the door open and looking around to make sure they’re okay. Catching familiar eyes, he’s next to them in a few long strides, hat already tipped back and a steal gaze squinting down at the very person who called him in the first place. “Where’ve you been?”