"Jesus," Raylan breathed, rubbing at his forehead before letting out a heavy sigh and looking at Neal who looked like both a kicked puppy and a boy getting admonished for getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Well there's that. Not your problem anymore." Not a temptation, if it was. He didn't know. He wasn't going to ask. "She didn't get hurt right? Elizabeth?"

He'd ask if Peter blamed Neal. Raylan imagined he did. It wasn't, unless Neal was the one that did the kidnapping.