Jensen takes the rope and starts tying the tarp down so that the body secure inside and nothing will fall out when it gets moved. Wouldn't do for someone to see more than they need to.
"This anyone you recognize?" Scott asks him, and he pauses, looking up at the other man.
He nods, picking up the stiff's wallet and tossing it to Scott so he can see for himself.
"Met him a coupla times," he admits. "And seen him in here once or twice too." He finishes tying up the body and stands, dusting his hands off.
"Boss ain't going to be happy 'bout this," he adds, his accent slipping a little. An unhappy boss is never a good thing. He can't afford to drop the ball on this one, or it could be his head.