Mike remained completely silent as he watched the deputy survey the rubble that had become the Thompson's living room. He watched and waited, wanting to see if the red-haired woman would find anything useful in the house where his own search had proven fruitless, but what really kept him immobile is was the firearm grasp firmly in her hands. 

He was disappointed when the woman didn't even bother to really search, but alarm bells went off in his head as she turned towards the door, apparently giving up on her search for him as she became suspiciously preoccupied with a new intent. Instinctually, he knew that he should not let her get away because she would somehow bring unwanted attention to the house. Trying to interact with her would be useless as she had clearly already determined him to be Molly's murderer.

Taking advantage of Renee's distraction and turned back, he grabbed the knife that not even a full hour earlier had been used to slay Molly, and carefully and quietly moved toward the deputy. He hadn't let her get too close to the front of the house before he pounced, wrapping his free arm around her throat and squeezing while pressing the knife in his other hand into her side. 

In a hoarse murmur, he questioned, "Where are you going so soon, Deputy?" 

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Natasha took a moment to admire Randal's smile, returning it with one of her own without even a quick though about it beforehand. His smile was nice and genuine, and it seemed that he was easily developing an effect on her. He kept making her smile over and over again with what appeared to be little to no effort on his part.

Following behind Jinx into the store, she couldn't help but feel like Randal was hanging back kind of close to her, but at the same time, the thought had her biting back a grin rather than feeling uncomfortable. In the light of the service station, she could see his features more clearly. What she saw combined with his overall sweet disposition since he'd first stopped to help her had her hoping she was right about the attention rather than pushing it away.

Natasha glanced between Randal and Jinx and then around as they walked inside. "What exactly... Well, what I mean to say is pardon my ignorance, but what exactly is it that we're looking for to put into my car?"