"Nah, ya' go tell the next dipshit we ask first." Neo was somber, but bitter.<br/><br/>He was still salty about how the whole thing turned out. Yet, he knew that there was nothing he could do. He just hoped that any measure they took to cut any link to them about Martha's death were effective. If it didn't eliminate any connection to them, then he hoped that it would spare them enough time to keep the police from suspecting foul play. "Keep it subtle, a'right? And den we gon' get da bitch by tha' ass and start askin' shit. Le's cut off a chunk of the pretend-play bullshit and get directly to fuckin' business."<br/><br/>"Follow me, Jenny. We gotta fuck off from 'ere." He said as he began walking across the lawn in order to get in front of the house. While doing so, he kept his steps silent and kept looking around, in order to see if there was any witnesses. It might have been a fool's errand to watch for witness in such a town where nobody was too willing to leave their houses even at day, but he wanted to make sure. Lucky for them, not a single person saw them walk across the late Martha's lawn. Thus, they reached the front of the house and exited through the front gate of the fence.<br/><br/>Once they were on the sidewalk, Neo started to ask Unknown. "Okay, who's next on our list? Ya' gotta phonebook, so you lead us now."