no hurry.... Borce, Vasco, Anthony, Chris.. no one's going anywhere..... they must know they are being monitored 24/7, and that can get a bit lonely..... an hour to hour life. And then there's the funeral.. of course, one has to go.. even if one murdered her, even if one hauled her body away , even if one buried her in the bush, one has to go to that, and bear up under the glares and distance and disgust....
it's a grim life , being involved in someone's murder, your whole life exposed, the underlying aura of being a class 10 idiot, the humiliation, the fear, the horror.. the terrible relentless attention of cold-eyed detectives with their sarcastic unbroken courtesy...
The searing signing sessions with one's lawyer...... .everything totted up and allocated far far away from oneself... ... awful.. just awful.