Pete Miller knocked on the Proxelheder residence door where Florence resided with her grandson, Marvin. Prepared for anything, Miller wondered if Marvin had anything to do with the murder of the young reporter or if they would encounter any issues with the young man.

Banging again, Pete continued to knock while Steve tried to see inside the home through gaps in the drawn drapes. Suddenly, there was the sound of the back door shutting and Steve yelled out, "Around back!"

Mike and Pete ran around to the side of the house where Steve had been, seeing the younger detective running to catch up with Marvin Proxelheder. Unable to reach his car to drive away, Marvin began running through yards in an effort to shake those who were in pursuit. He barreled through a side gate, breaking the latch, but continued through the back yard. He saw another gate that led him to an adjacent door.

Steve followed, basically staying a property length behind.

"Let's split up," Mike yelled to Pete. "I'll get the car and see if I can block the kid somehow. You know this area better than me, so just see if you can catch up with them." Pete nodded in response.

Marvin crossed 7th Street and then got into another backyard without a fence. He made it to a detached garage and decided to throw obstacles in Steve's direct before bolting through more yards. Steve remained persistent and followed Marvin, closing to within about twenty feet before they reached a neighborhood park. With fewer obstacles, Marvin tried to increase his speed, not knowing exactly where he was headed. He thought if he could lose Steve, he could swing back and get to his car, but that idea was short lived.

Steve's was gaining ground and finally got to within reach of the man. Speeding up quickly with one last burst, Steve launched himself into the air and tackled his former schoolmate. With little struggle, Steve rolled Marvin over his back, straddling him.

"Marvin Proxelheder?" Steve asked to confirm although he knew exactly who the young man was.

"Okay, okay," he said out of breath. "I give."

Waiting for Mike and Pete to join him, Steve stayed straddled on the suspect. Pete was there seconds later and Mike followed up with the patrol car, driving part way into the park.

With back-up for support, Steve finally got off of their suspect and waited for Pete to approach, taking the lead in the questioning.

"Roll over and spread you arms and legs," Pete said as he pulled his cuffs off the belt. "We're going down to the station. I think the three of us want to have a word with you."

"I didn't do it, I swear!" Proxelheder responded.

"Do what?" Steve asked. "What didn't you do?"

"I didn't do anything WRONG. I didn't hurt anyone. It wasn't me!" he yelled as Pete pulled him into a standing position.

Just then a cracking noise interrupted their efforts and Pete felt a sting in his arm as he fell over. A second shot rang out and Marvin bolted towards a stand of trees nearby. Steve started to give chase, but Mike grabbed him before he could go further. Had he done so, a third shot would have taken the young detective down.