"You know the official bureau term is moobs. Turns out saying bitch tits is offensive." Nothing better then random factoids to impress the badass hunter bartender. Spending time in a car with her was going to be worse then going into Gitmo undercover.
"Uhuh. So Beth then? Or you going to try and go back to your cover lane Lois Lane?" Great, nothing like taking a drive with the know it all superbitch.
"Yeah, the cop thing seems to work against me more often then not." Wasn't really like I had a choice in jobs since my dad had been in the FBI. It was sort of a family tradition, five generations strong. Which she probably wouldn't give a shit about so I had another swallow. Perked up when I saw Ash running back toward us with a piece of paper in his hand.
"I want my beer first Jo. Then I'll tell you where he is."