My Behavior Require some Improvements

Ford's POV:

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After I was satisfied with 'my design' -huh! did anyone get it?- I quickly grab the bloodied murder weapon in one hand and began to leave with my other hand being on that boy's nape. It's better to leave now before that peeping tom decides to bring the police here.

I can't predict what he's gonna do.

At this point I couldn't do anything to attack, but only wait and fortify my defense for any offense.

Right before leaving, I pause to turn around and look at the dead body lying there one more time. My mind racing with a thought that bugged me, "Wasn't he using his phone before I-" I drawled just when I heard the unmistakable ring of his phone. My head snapped in the direction of the faint sound coming from under the fridge. His phone must have slipped out of his hands when I played Chucky with him and slid under the fridge.