Connor rolled his eyes, "sorry, I've never been accused of murder before. When we are home, I'm going to have to hack the database or something to change my finger prints for someone else's, someone already in jail. Let them think how someone killed someone from jail" he chuckled, amused at that thought "that way, if we ever get caught then they can't charge me" it would take time, he knew.

"It will be good to be home. To see Bessie. Poor girl, stuck in the boarding stables, probably wondering where I am."

He drove, thouhhts drifting to the growing darkness. Even if he couldn't erase his existence from those searching for him, he would still hunt the darkness. It was what he was made to do, after all