If you were a cop, you knew a bit more. It's where the whole Saints mess had started and boy, did people of the badged sort know it. Of course, Jess didn't know too much, given that she'd been given the most menial of duties since this whole copycat thing had started. The 'Special Agent' was making her life especially hard now.
Knowing that she might be able to find Duffy or Dolly here, since it seemed to be their pub of choice, Jess reached up and pushed her hair back, plucking the rubberband from her teeth as she twisted the unruly length into a ponytail. It wasn't terribly late, though it felt it; the sun had gone down hours ago, winter's little gift to Boston's crime rate. She moved quickly across the slushy road, shouldering the pub door open.