Dean sighed, relieved as Travers finally broke at the idea of having his kneecap blown off.  He kept his gun pressed against Travers leg, making sure that he explained completely, before he backed off.  Being called a bulldog, Dean smirked dangerously, until Travers spoke about his wife.

He removed the gun from Travers leg and stepped back, keeping the barrel pointed at him as he watched his face, his eyes narrowed, letting Mika ask the questions.  Dean faltered, sighing and closing his eyes as he pressed the hammer forward on his pistol and shoved it in his waistband.

“I would do everything I had to do.  But your wife is killing people, man.”, Dean sighed, stepping closer to Mika, “What do you think is wrong with her?  You said she’s not normally like this.  People don’t just snap and kill strangers.”

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she had any clue what was going on, and then back to Travers, “What changes have you noticed?”