John nods and then moves. As they go, he does a mental inventory of the night, trying to determine what, if anything, either of them touched. It had never been a concern for him before, but now that he's John Riley, seemingly forever, he knows he needs to do the right thing to protect his identity.

Root had taken care of getting everyone out. John hasn't touched anything with his hands besides his own weapon, which he holsters now. They're clean.

"Police will think the Rambaldis did it," he says. "Which might end up in trouble for us, but the kind we can handle."