Jo allowed Johnny a moment. She took a drink and allowed herself a moment to let it all sink in. She'd heard a bit about the killer on the loose, but considering that he might have Mary... Jo shuddered at the memory of her own bout with a serial killer's ghost.
Then she brushed all of that aside because now wasn't the time to panic and go down the road of worst possibilities.
"Ever heard of H.H. Holmes?" she asked. "He was one of the first documented American serial killers. My first case involved facing down his ghost. If Dean and his brother Sam had just given me up for dead back then, well I wouldn't be here. If this killer did take her, most killers like to play with their victims. Which means that there's still time to find her."
Never mind that Jo didn't want to think about what might be happening to Mary at the hands of the sadistic fuck. Right now, they just needed the hope that she was still alive.
"We can't spend any more time sitting at the bar and playing the self blame game. I'm going to go track down Dean and we're all going to find Mary."
Her voice was forceful and infused with a confidence that was half bravado. They both needed that bravado just now.