"There's no use running, I've seen your face." Clarence spoke, a pit in his stomach, as he tried to figure out what to do next. "You're going to come to the station with me. There doesn't have to be violence." Clarence was already thrown off by Leroy's willingness to go along with him into the alley. If Clarence took him to the station, they would realize that he had intentionally left him out of the report... but if he didn't, he was no better than those on the force working for Comstock and Fink. He finally spoke, demanding answers. "Why did you kill that man? Who were those people?" He wasn't expecting to get answers, but it couldn't hurt to ask. He readied his Undertow vigor, the water splashing from his hand onto the sleeve of the overcoat. His other hand, while down to his side, was ready to grab the pistol at any moment. "Answer me!" He barked, waiting to see how the murderer reacted.