Neal studies his face silently for a moment, suddenly not surprised that "My dad is a serial killer" was Malcolm's opener. The naked honesty in all of this makes Neal feel like he at least owes a crumb in return.

"The FBI isn't all it's cracked up to be," he says, tone somewhere between conciliatory and dismissive. "I did some consultation work for them. Theft, art crimes, forgery. Extracting fair payment is like pulling an annoyed tiger's teeth."