My girlfriend dead, murdered, lying in the gutter at my feet. Police could be here any minute. Time to leave. No way will they believe that I just got here, not while they think I killed my previous girlfriend. I'm innocent. Of both. Not that even my own family believe that. It couldn't be proven in court but that didn't convince anyone, especially not the psychopathic criminals I had to go to for help along the way.
"A bit short"