[And like that she’s gone from his grip and he turns around, glaring a bit. Don’t get him wrong.. he’s happy to see her. It’s just the place.]
…Right.
Yeah.. Wrong place, wrong time– happened. They think I murdered some Sarah Cross chick. I’ve no idea who this bitch is. I was out walking Stripes and I tripped over her corpse. It left my DNA.. I was about to burn the evidence of me ever being there but I was too slow.. when I came back with gasoline, the cops were already all around the place.. so I ran.
But.. they have nothing more than that! They have no motive.. nothing. They can’t lock me up for this.. so, I’m not that worried.
[That isn’t good and her usual smirk fades away. Soon replaced with her biting her lip nervously.]
Maybe you should be. I think you’re underestimating what cops will do when they’re angry and biased enough. They don’t need motive. Not with your criminal record. A jury isn’t gonna pick a rogue's story over DNA evidence.