The banging noise from outside, sounding like gunshots caused many people to scatter and awake people with a new sense of alertness. That's when Jason took off toward the sound and Blake tried to grab his arm but missed it causing him to swear under his breath. Blake rushed off after him and slowly came to a stop beside Jason, his eyes falling upon the body completely still on the ground. Even Blake couldn't find the sympathy in him, only disappointment in the issues this may have bought to his winnings. "Come on. We got to get out of here." Blake directed Jason's shoulders in the vague direction of the car and led the way before they could hear sirens.
The body wasn't their responsibility and personally, he didn't feel like getting bombarded with questions from the authorities. He had no intention of getting on their radar and being assumed a suspect. Blake just wanted to resume his life like usual and keep his friends and family out of the extra drama too. Though, there was part of him that admired the simple solution: If a debt were overdue just kill them.
"There's still his friends," he said after a moment of sitting in the car in silence before bringing the engine to life. Death was sad but what really pondered in their thoughts was the money. They'd figure something out.