A small look into Kevin's extensive criminal database or whatever [GUANO]

Ok like off rip, out of order, Kevin goes into lil trance hypergraphia states when hes on a lead or 3. I'd call it connecting to the mothership, Jenni calls his work area the (ouija) board. Tocuhes it and he's gone. It's a skill he can't teach Jenni due to the nature of how he does it and what is actually being written down. Entering an altered state only tentatively cultivated to transcribe information collected from papers, blueprints,local news, police scanners, scouts, stakeouts, etc. into an elaborate profile and execution plan. These plans are referenced once during a coherent correction phase (around 1-3 days) and them immediately destroyed. Jenni thinks its overkill (until they start getting surveilled in Act 3 Sinker) because not even she can decipher the mix of gibberish, prose, numbers, western cree, and patterns that encode the plans and only kevin has the key. In his head. (think House of leaves style)

Which looks at a possible scenario/ end for Kevin and Jenni (the one where Kevin eats the charges and gets life in a canadian prison) and the RCMP want all 30+ years of tracking knowledge he has in his head to catch the ones Kevin hadn't gotten a chance to get to. Kevin is open to providing them as long as he gets whatever he wants. And Kevin being an unstoppable force, gets what he wants, including and up to permanently moving to a conjugal apartment (house arrest baby), much better food bc goddamn its dogshit, and Jenni. Jenni whenever he wants, however long he wants, Jenni after 5 long, agonizing years. Crushes her into his arms after she breaks down into hysterics at seeing him again. (at this time her standard outfit {mourning clothes, really} is a high soft turtleneck, and long black skirt, black boots and non human byproduct jewelry Kevin has made for her.)

He watches Special Agent Whatsherface from over Jennis heaving shoulder, waiting patiently. He shushes her, hand cradling the back of her head and running through her dry curls. He inhales, catching the smell of fresh cut grass, then hes up and walking towards the large non descript table, still cradling Jenni to his body. He ignores her questioning for now, keeping her close as he takes the sharpie in hand, his preference, and begins to write directly on the table.