[Jon, in turn, leans back in his seat a bit. He's itching for a cigarette but will force himself to wait for now. At least another five minutes. (And then another five, and then another five, before long it'll have been an hour and he'll wait another five minutes after that. At least that's what he tells himself.) Instead he rubs ta his face and the stubble there.]

Honestly, at this point, that may be the most straightforward and easiest plan of all. It isn't as if the information's hidden or coded or anything, there's just... Nothing here.

[Normally with things like this, records have citations to other records, references to other files. But there's simply nothing here. A few scant mentions that he can find that don't tell them anything useful that they didn't already know.]