The suspect looked at him just as oddly as the marshalls were looking at him.
"My name is Malcolm," he said, putting one hand on his chest. "What's your name?"
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" the man shouted.
Malcolm stopped walking, keeping his hands visible. "Whatever you say. What's your name?"
The man looked around, from the marshalls to Malcolm and back and back again.
"Nick," he said uncertainly. "What do you want?!"
"I want to understand," Malcolm told him. "I want to understand why you did what you did. This is your chance to tell your side of the story, because if you shoot me, then they're going to shoot you and you won't get to tell your story or finish your work and nobody will understand what this has all been for."
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"My name is Malcolm," he said, putting one hand on his chest. "What's your name?"
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" the man shouted.
Malcolm stopped walking, keeping his hands visible. "Whatever you say. What's your name?"
The man looked around, from the marshalls to Malcolm and back and back again.
"Nick," he said uncertainly. "What do you want?!"
"I want to understand," Malcolm told him. "I want to understand why you did what you did. This is your chance to tell your side of the story, because if you shoot me, then they're going to shoot you and you won't get to tell your story or finish your work and nobody will understand what this has all been for."