Maybe another time was apparently right then. Neal set his cup down on the coffee table. Studied his palms. Malcolm knew already. And what had he thought when he told Malcolm? That Peter knew already? How many people would he just tell?

But Malcolm and Raylan had talked about their own fathers with no reservations. Emotion, clearly, but reservations, no.

Neal cleared his throat. "Not in the picture."

He wrestled a moment more with what to say. "Dirty cop. I don't really know much. No one would tell me."