Barty wiped the blood off of his hands and onto his shirt as he drags the body towards the bin. Unfortunately it left a trail of blood so he just had to hope it rained or something made it disappear.
He looks up and across the road, there he was, a boy. Most likely the same age as him just staring, leaning against the wall. Barty strode over, across the road and right infront of him.
"Can i help you?" He asked
"Yes, actually. Have you just seen all of that?" Barty questioned, hand in his pocket holding his knife.
"Yeah. Quite gruesome, to be fair" He said nonchalantly
Barty laughed slightly "Yes. just say that so casually like you haven't just witnessed a murder" His grip on his knife became tighter
The boy hummed in response
Barty thought about his options, kill the stranger or try and force him into being his alibi. Wouldn't be smart though. What if he screamed something like 'he's guilty' in the middle of the courtroom. Then again he might not even go to court. Afterall, he was pretty sure it was a murder anyone could get away with. No DNA or anything. Just a witness, him
"I need a alibi" Barty blurted out
"No shit. There was some random girl over there who ran off when she saw you stab him so you'll definitely need one." He pointed to the left of him and continued to speak "Also is that you asking me to be your alibi?"
"Yeah." Barty let go off his knife, pulled his hand out his pocket and folded both his arms across his chest
"Sure." He nodded
"That's good, think i would've had to kill you then hunt down the girl if you said no."
"That's comforting." He shrugged
"What's your name?" Barty asked
"Evan Rosier."