Oswald wasn’t exactly counting on his partner figuring out the reason behind his alibi. It would’ve been a lot easier if they hadn’t, really. But he should have known. They weren’t just a pretty face. They were smart. They’d figure out he’d killed Alberto Falcone one way or another.

He took a deep breath and stood, limping over to the bed. His hand brushed over their shoulder, followed by his lips. His head tilt forward some to catch their attention.

“Hey. Look at me,” he murmured, looking over them quietly for a moment. “You bet on the right horse. And I ain’t gonna be enjoyin’ the spoils all on my own, doll. Listen, few more days-... it’s baby blue skies from here, sweetheart. Trust me.”