The first thought that came to his head was not of how to escape. Instinct did not kick in allowing him to slip into the shadows of night, disassociating himself from this crime scene to be able to continue the hunt for the monsters that had murdered this little girl in cold blood. The first thought to cross through his head was one far less efficient.

He was thoroughly, royally fucked. It stung a bit that he had been baited and trapped so easily. His car would be the first thing that they would apprehend, but there wasn't anything there and so long as he got away, his fingerprints would be useless to them unless they had access to a Federal database. Even then, if a Federal database was activated, it would take 12 hours for the nearest FBI branch to send agents to begin to take over the investigation and by that time he would be long gone.

Or would be, if all went well. In a city he wouldn't have this problem, but out here in the middle of no where, getting away without a car would be complicated. He didn't want a manhunt on him, especially since he wasn't the one that they were supposed to be hunting. He scowled, the police car coming to a stop outside the house. Hopefully they would search the house first, and then the barn, allowing him to slip out and away, taking his car to a more populated area where he would dump it and steal another one.

The door to the barn was opening, the light of a flashlight coming dangerously close. He moved quietly to a hidden corner, where the shadows would cover him, and she wouldn't see him. Hopefully. He could tell it was a she from the flashback of her torch. She saw the girl, and seemed focused on her for the moment. He began inching his way towards the door...

FREEZE!

Shit.

He raised his hands and tucked his head in, falling to his knees. He grinned a bit as he said," This... really isn't what it looks like, officer..."