"You two almost made me tear up.", the voice snarled, causing him to freeze in his spot.
"Rob McAllister, I presume?", Steve asked cautiously, lowering his head when he felt the gun in his back push him toward the back of the camper. Stepping forward, he protectively positioned himself in front of Jordan, hoping to keep them safe until help would arrive.
"Inspector Keller, pleased to finally meet you in person."
The tall man he'd seen leave the camper earlier was back now, holding the .38 Automatic at chest level, as he grinned deviously.
"Why'd you kill Sally?", Steve asked, turning back to Detective mode as he tried to buy them extra time.
Raising his hands defensively, he glanced backwards for a brief moment, ensuring that his body was shielding Jordan's. Across from him, McAllister shrugged, his cold brown eyes scanning them intently as he licked his lips.
"She was becoming too defiant. Refused to learn that being at my place means that there are certain expectations to meet."
"So, you strangled her, then raped her and then dumped her body.", Steve growled in sheer disgust, feeling Jordan peek at the intruder from behind his shoulder.
"Let's not waste time, Inspector. I have a date to attend tonight and another witness to get rid of. Time is precious when you're in my line of work. Let's get moving."
Using the barrel of the .38 to point outside, McAllister grew increasingly frustrated when Steve refused to move.
"You are working together with Aldarez, aren't you? That's how you knew I was an undercover. It was you who shot at us in the arena…"
"Aldarez is dead. And with him all the information that could indict me.". McAllister growled, small beads of sweat appearing on his pale skin as he grew more agitated, "Now I just need to get rid of you, and this petty little episode will forever be forgotten."
"My partner has already added your name to our group of suspects.", Steve countered confidently, his mind turning completely blank as the .38 in McAllister's hand began to shake violently.
"Suspecting and proving are two different things, you should have learned that at the Police Academy, Inspector. Come on, let's get moving."
When he still remained in his spot, McAllister let out a frustrated grunt and stepped closer.
"Listen, you punk cop. I may not be the best shooter in the whole wide world, but I've got half a dozen shots left in this gun. At this distance, I guarantee you that I am going to do a lot of damage to both of you. And I really only want to kill you, not the pretty lady. So why don't you put on your best Prince Charming imitation and head toward the arena, so I can make your untimely death look like a tragic accident."
