"You might as well give up your position, Mike, I know you're out there somewhere."
The words said in cold-hearted glee sent a shudder down his back, as Mike heard two sets of footsteps appearing from behind the cabin, quickly approaching his position.
Tucked in between vehicles, he crouched down, keeping one hand on the bumper of the blue LTD as he watched the pairs of leather boots head toward the driveway, one of the sets he knew far too well.
Letting out a frustrated grunt, he was powerless to interfere when Steve was shoved to his knees, the impact hard enough that it sent small pieces of gravel underneath the car.
"You got three seconds before he dies. And don't think for a second I am playing here. "
The noise of a revolver chamber moving made the blood freeze in his veins, knowing well enough that the other man wasn't known to bluff.
Quickly putting the .38 back into his holster, Mike used the last of his remaining time to reach for a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his black overcoat, before shoving it into the exhaust pipe of the LTD for good measure.
Then, with his hands up in the air, he slowly rose from his position, ignoring his protesting knees, and faced the one man he had hoped and prayed had nothing to do with this mess.
"Fancy seeing you around here, Gene."