They have the perfect story there. The perfect motive. Except it just isn't true and no amount of circumstantial evidence can plaster the crime on them. Still, their names are beautifully coated in slime and mud and carved into immortal stone… But at least they don't have to change their names to hide from the world. It's the names that have changed, instead. The retelling that fourty years ago was a perverse attempt to hide the truth but is now the truth itself: truth that has shaved the tale to its finest points and then woven conjecture into the holes.