Thomas let out a low growl, then spat, "My family's dead, been dead for six months." Thomas was about to try and cuff him when he noticed his sawed-off shotgun. "Take that firearm and set it on the ground, then kick it down the stairs." Thomas barked, "I am now, officially, in no mood for your lip. I suggest you don't play games, I could end you without the law knowing and I could make up any story I like. I think you may have tried to attack me, maybe I was defending myself from a wanted murderer, how does that sound to you? I'm starting to like it."