"When they find no evidence, sure. And I doubt these ones will come forward after this," he gestured carelessly at the body of the girl's boyfriend, the only one he wasn't responsible for. "He died, bloody. She was traumatized and thought she saw a monster." And if anything did go wrong, Eric would know how to handle it. John would likely be in quite a bit of trouble, but he didn't think two dead street rats would drive too big a wedge between him and his sire.
At the offer, he half smirked, shaking his head slightly. It was his mess to clean up. "Don't suppose you know where I could find some rope," he said. The water was sounding like the best answer. John wasn't sure even he would be able to carry the corpses all the way to the park and dig a grave without being noticed. Monsters in back alleys were dismissible; parading about with a kill was far less so.