(Henry POV)
Ah, finally, after watching you for so long, I have my hands around your throat.
Hm? Kenny, why are you looking at me like that? Not the reaction I had thought you would have. Shouldn't you defend yourself?
Why tell your friends to stop? Why not call the police? I had scripted a whole play of me being arrested. Then maybe the cops would ask me to apologize to you, or I would get arrested, letting you think you got rid of me before I came back. My arrest would either give the cops a reason to interrogate you, at least to FINALLY SPEAK with you, or it would reveal my identity to you, loud and clear, more than my appearance ever could.
I have to say. You are a superb actor. It's a pity that I didn't buy it.