McNamara’s eyes still pointed toward the ground as he continued to nervously find words.

“I’ve never been caught hunting illegally before,” he finished as his eyes darted left to right on the ground. “I…uh…”

Tara cautiously looked toward Warren and locked eyes before nodding her head toward the doorway. But Warren was unable to see what she was gesturing toward. McNamara’s body blocked his view into the kitchen, but he didn’t need to look inside to know that she saw something.

Tara placed her hand on her gun sitting on her hip and nodded at Warren.

“Mr. McNamara, may I ask why there’s blood on your kitchen floor?” she questioned.

He immediately looked up with an unmistakable look of terror.

“What do you mean?” he asked as he realized how far open the door had become. He quickly closed the gap again as he looked behind him and a blotchy rash broke out under the hair on his chest. “Oh that…that’s from cooking. Like I said, I hunt…” His body, now tense, shielded Tara from the view as well, while his eyes moved wildly around Tara and Warren. He was planning something, Tara could feel it.

“Mr. McNamara, please step outside,” Warren barked.

Tara got a better grip on her gun and slightly pulled it out of the holster on her belt.

“Why? I’m telling the truth!” he yelled as heat rose to his face.

“I said, step outside,” Warren repeated.

But Warren’s words only stirred his frustration.

“I shouldn’t have to do what you say. I didn’t do anything wrong,” he spat, his teeth now clenched with rage.

“Then there’s no reason why you can’t step outside.”

He considered Warren’s words for a moment, but then gritted his teeth.

“If I didn’t do anything wrong, then there’s no reason why I should have to.” He paused for a moment before leaning closer toward them, inches from their faces. “Get the fuck off my property!”

He tried to slam the door, but Tara forced her foot in the doorframe, letting it close on her shoe instead.

He looked down at it, fueled with rage as Warren placed his hand on the door.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself. Just step outside,” Warren repeated again.

He tried to slam the door once more, but Warren pushed back, and Kenny McNamara stumbled, losing his grip for just a moment. The door flung open, leaving the inside of his home fully exposed, and Tara looked toward the kitchen once more.

But just as Tara’s eyes wandered, Kenny darted, his shoulder slamming into Tara’s, almost knocking her off her feet as he sprinted past her.

Tara spun around and picked up running, right on his tail. He fumbled, pulling keys from his pocket as he raced to his car in the driveway. But once he reached halfway across the lawn, Tara closed in on him and grabbed hold of his arm.

He spun around, wild with fury, swinging his fist in the air.

She ducked, just barely as it grazed the top of her head, and she plowed into his abdomen, sending him stumbling backward until he fell flat on his back.