"I don't know about this place, I just got here. But I don't guess it'll be much different than Oregon." Cavan smiled. "I cooked fairly often in Oregon."
They were going to leave. They were going to go find a project. Cavan was going to get to work under the eye of somebody else who would actually appreciate what he could do. Even for a boy who didn't like other humans at all, finding somebody who shared this particular interest was a treat.
He looked around. His prints were in the blood. On the knife. It was far too early to be suspected of anything now. All the potential fun of a new place would be ruined.
A quick trip to the kitchen took him to a cleaning closet, there he discovered a jug of bleach and a jug of turpentine. He brought them back with him and set to work, after swinging by the gas stove to blow out the pilot light.
He paused at the woman's head and carefully removed one of her earrings. Nothing fancy. Just a tiny dangle thing that was most assuredly not real gold and not real diamond, given that she was a waitress. Quietly, he pocketed it. He hadn't done much to her, but he had ended her life. For that, he felt he deserved a little something. Besides, this would not only signify the end of this woman, but also the beginning of something else, wouldn't it?
Cavan poured the bleach over the handle of the knife and the spot where he'd touched, and then the rest of the body. Then followed it with the turpentine. It was only in industrial type kitchens and painter's cabinets that one found this particular chemical anymore. With how flammable it was, how much it stank. Mixed with the bleach, the smell was nasty and the fumes were enough that he couldn't be in there much longer. He had no idea if the other guy could stand it. Probably.
He stuffed the waitress' wipe rag into the mouth of the turpentine bottle and got out a pack of paper matches that he always carried. One never knew what one might get into and one should always be ready. Or something. He remembered it from other boys talking about Boyscouts.
Lighting the end of the rag, Cavan smiled.
"We should probably leave now. This will get us enough time to get a few blocks away before anything happens. But you can't ever really know with pilot lights."