Knithead reacts slightly when Thad mentions that he's investigating Herman Rodrick's killing. Very slightly. A hint of a flinch or slight sway. It's enough to tell Thad that hearing it has put her on edge. Or maybe it was a full out emotional blow and she's just that inexpressive.

She doesn't answer immediately. She looks carefully at Thad's badge, and then back at him. "8th precinct. Not 23rd. Thad Tanner." She repeats it as if trying to commit it to memory. She seems lost in thought for a moment... a sort of shrewd, calculating thought... but gets roused when the refrigerator chooses to hum to life. She starts a bit. Definitely jumpy.

Knithead glances back at Thad, then pulls out a cheap spiral notebook and a cel phone. She looks something up on the cel phone, and then copies a phone number into the notebook, tears off the paper, and hands it to Thad. "We don't talk to cops," she tells him. "Call me at that number when you're done here and we can return. And leave a receipt for anything you take. So his next-of-kin find it when they come here." Technically Thad is supposed to make sure that the next-of-kin get a receipt, but cops usually play fast and loose with that requirement, and no one ever fusses. No law says he has to leave the receipt in the apartment specifically, so long as the receipt gets to whomever's supposed to get it.

She looks at the others, says, "Vamanos", and turns to leave.