Ian had the habit of ignoring questions. Jo had seen him do the same thing to her partner. Seen him do it in the recorded interviews they had. It was so aggravating, thus why he probably did it.<br/><br/>"It's just Jo."<br/><br/>Jo replied to Ian, not giving him her full first name. It was none of his business and she didn't want him thinking they could talk about her name or form some kind of relationship based on that. She didn't want Ian trying to know her on any type of personal level. She was the law and he was a murderer. Anything they talked about would be about innocent people who didn't deserve to die. She was the one that was going to be asking the questions. Although it was going to be hard to make this asshole answer them. Jo raised her eyebrow when she saw Ian laughing under his breath at his private joke. He didn't tell her what it was and Jo probably didn't want to know either. She wasn't here to hear bad jokes anyway. She was here to find out about the letter.<br/><br/>Jo looked towards the mirror when Ian said he did have to something to say, off the record. She was torn a moment about what to do. If she didn't record their interview, anything he told her couldn't be used in court. She'd have no proof of what he said and he could just change his story after the fact. Or claim she made it all up. But what if there was a copycat? That person was still running wild in Miami and she had a duty to the citizens to protect them. Sandin would probably be pissed, but she reached over and turned the recorder off.<br/><br/>"Fine, but if all you have to tell me is horse shit, I'm going to look for the loneliest mother fucking guy in this prison and make sure you two become best friends."<br/><br/>Jo told Ian, looking into his pale eyes with steely hazel ones.