"Mary." Johnny said. "Mary Winchester. Though we're going by Blaine. Can't exactly trot around with Outlaw as a last name here."
He listened very carefully to what Max was saying, nodding softly as the information was poured into his brain. The key seemed to be the tea room. It tugged at his gut as much as it seemed to tug on Max's.
"Do you know what your guy was looking at the day that he was killed?" Johnny picked up the sandwich again, to have something to do with his hands. The file wasn't going to be of much help.
"What's your hunch on this?" He knew that Max would have one. That was the way he worked. Johnny had used him when he'd been a lawyer under a different name for a reason. Max was good at what he did.