Jo walked out with Trace. She was happy to be leaving the prison and getting away from Baird. However, she knew she'd have to talk to Ian again, most likely, many times. Especially if they couldn't find anything on their own about the person who wrote that letter. It was something she was not looking forward to. She needed to get a shower and assault a punching bag after their chat.<br/><br/>"Well, I already knew that. Assholes like him aren't going to be the beacons of truth."<br/><br/>Jo replied to her partner. People like Ian were arrogant and only the truth they believed was what their messed up minds were telling them. Must be how they could justify the horrible shit they did to innocent people. The people that died thanks to Ian Baird needed justice. They needed Jo and Trace to be their voices. To make sure Ian rotted the rest of his miserable life away in prison and that whoever was sending letters to help him, joined Ian there.<br/><br/>Jo nodded her head at Trace's second comment. Ian was smart, too smart. He was enjoying this and it pissed her off.<br/><br/>"He does. And he won't say what he knows, unless it benefits his shitty little existence."<br/><br/>And the things Ian wanted, Jo didn't want to give him. He was exactly where he belonged. Jo wanted to make sure he remained there. They just needed to find out who the fuck idolize him so much, they were pretending to be him. A small, vivacious part of her, wanted to force Ian to make buddies with a bad ass cartel member that missed the company of women. She knew it was wrong, especially given that she swore to uphold the law, but she wouldn't shed any tears if she found out that Ian was someone's little bitch here. After the shit he had done, he'd deserve it. People like that needed to be knocked down many notches and realize they weren't as smart or great as they thought they were.<br/><br/>Jo opened the passenger side's door of the black Pathfinder and replied.<br/><br/>"Most likely and get reamed for not getting a name from Ian yet."<br/><br/>They needed to find the author of the letter, without Ian Baird's 'help'. The fucker didn't deserve to have the ball in his court.