Scott catches the wallet, flips it open and then flips through it. He doesn't look up to answer Jensen, but he hears the remark. He definitely hears the remark.
He snorts, softly. "No," he agrees, dryly. "He most certainly is not."
He's not all that happy, either, but that's an entirely different sort of unhappy. Or at least his bad mood is much more limited in scope. He glances at his watch, then recloses the wallet. "I need to find out who this man crossed, and how. Please wait for the clean-up crew. I'll be back before the club opens."