Jess nodded, "I've been looking into it as well, had a friend get ahold of their files off the police data base, saves us a trip to the police station."

Jess wasn't good with computers, but despite her overly independent state of mind, she had racked up quite the list of connections. She wouldn't necessarily call many of them friends outside of Rand and the few she hunted with, but her... acquaintances certainly were helpful getting whatever she couldn't get herself. 

Jess flipped her pistol in her hand and tucked it beneath her shirt in the waistband of her pants at the small of her back. She glanced at Connor, quietly continuing to set up. She couldn't help but feel somewhat bad for the kid. He was sweet, but although she didn't know him well, he didn't seem, in her eyes, cut out for a hunter's work. Every time she looked at Connor she couldn't help but to be reminded of Natalie after the accident. Maybe it was just how she didn't hear him talk a whole lot, or maybe it was that kicked puppy look he was wearing at the moment every time Rand gave him an instruction.

Snapping out of it she gave Rand a nod in agreement, then asked, "Are we saying FBI again, because I can't remember if I got my suit dry cleaned after last time." then she padded her pockets as she wondered where she had put her CIA id.

A nasty blood bad kill, and that stuff's insides were impossible to get out of wool and cashmere.