"No. It wouldn't."

Woody would've run. Bigby would've had to hunt him down and waste time finding him. "He was smacking up the girl earlier that night, belted her black and blue, Gren. I needed him to not be fucking running. You know perfectly well that any right thinking Fable would've held him under suspicion."

He really doesn't want to rehash it again and again. "Yeah, but someone murdering Fables isn't usually one of those things."