"No police? Seriously?" Colt asked. He was stood a few feet away, arms crossed, looking as though he'd been majorly inconvenienced by the stop. "Just when I thought something sensible was going to happen." 
He looked at the arm from where he stood, phone light shining bright on it. He wasn't interested in getting close enough to touch it - cause of fingerprints, obviously - or to risk leaving any sort of accidental trace that might connect him to the body. Aside from being present in the van, but he wasn't the driver. 
"It's possible he was already dead." Colt suggested. "It's her own fault she's an escaped convict." he tilted his head towards Liza, "She's lucky I've not turned her in already. Or we can leave it and roll into town with blood on the van, I'm sure [i]that[/i] won't look suspicious at all." 
He started to dial. If they wouldn't, then he would.