Jo didn't want to help Ian, though. He was a murderer and he deserved to rot in this prison for the rest of his life for what he did. But she also knew that Ian wouldn't help them out of the goodness of his heart. He had no goodness in his heart or in a part of his soul. His help came with conditions, it had to benefit him. She didn't reply to his remark, just sat across from him with her arms crossed against her chest. She felt like she was trying to work out a deal with the devil. There was a copy cat running around, wanting to pretend he or she was Ian Baird. From the look of things, they would need Ian Baird to stop them. She didn't want to give him anything to get that help. But she also wasn't sure other options they may have before someone got killed. Ian Baird was smart and this copycat was intelligent enough to impersonate him. It was such a dangerous and fucked up situation.<br/><br/>Thankfully Jo didn't have to give Ian a reply. Her partner came in and told her they had to return to the station. No doubt because he demanded an update about this. Jo turned her head to see Sandin enter. She could tell Trace hated Ian, especially how much Ian liked to goad him on. She nodded her head to Trace. She stood up and picked up her folder.<br/><br/>"Well, we can't keep the lieutenant waiting. It looks like we'll have to continue our conversation later, Ian."<br/><br/>Jo had no idea why they would be called back, but it had to be about the case. Ian was right, it had to be something big to bring them back before they got anything useful out of Ian. She ignored Ian's questions and told Trace.<br/><br/>"Let's go."<br/><br/>She walked out of the interrogation room and told Sandin when they were alone.<br/><br/>"He is an arrogant mother fucker."