It’s the casual but sympathetic mention of Red John, which reveals that this supervisory special agent ( his words, not Jane’s ) has been in contact with Google recently. Or just FBI gossip, since it’s widely known that Jane has been blackmailed into joining the Bureau: join or be imprisoned for life. Murder is bad, Mr. Jane. Sometimes he seriously considers prison. Lisbon is the tipping point, though. With this job, he can assure that her abilities are treated with respect. So he stays. And he listens to other FBI agents casually refer to the murder he committed. “I see Google is alive and well,” he quips in a mild-mannered sort of way, handling his tea cup as a way to gather his thoughts. “Or I suppose your nest of chickens could’ve told you so.” He nods where Agent Rossi’s team is gathered across from Lisbon, Cho, and Vega.