He turns around carefully, putting his hands up and straightening. Brenton’s right. They’ve seen this man before, several times, at Brenton’s apartment and at the festival. He’d been with the police, working for them. No wonder nothing ever came up in the system, even with Andy’s insistence that evidence had been left and they’d catch the guy eventually.
“Don’t move,” the man snaps. He’s a pretty ordinary looking guy. Brown hair, green eyes, tall, not very broad. He hadn’t stood out at the crime scenes. Zeke hadn’t given him a second thought, but Zeke guesses that’s how the guy wants things to be.
“I won’t move. Just don’t shoot. What’s your name?” Zeke asks, trying to sound calm. He’s watched cop shows on TV, and they always try and treat the criminal like an ordinary person and reason with them, so Zeke’s going to try that.