"Should the family have inquiries." Jackson pauses, withdrawing the cigarette from his mouth. "They will need to go through the proper channels." Jackson's never been big about following protocol, so why is he all of a sudden acting unusually punctilious?
Well, you'll see.
Jackson removes himself from the stool and stalks toward Morgan, making no ploy to hide his examination of the other doctor. A skeptical stare. He walks up close enough for Dr. Morgan to smell the stink of gin, smoke and old blood clinging to his coat-- close enough for Jackson to get up in his face.
"But you see, the curious thing is... we haven't released any details about the victim. To the public, he' a John Doe." And he does get up close, voice dropping lower, hushed, like he's having a private conversation. "... which brings me to wonder. Just how did they know this dead man here was their loved one?"
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Well, you'll see.
Jackson removes himself from the stool and stalks toward Morgan, making no ploy to hide his examination of the other doctor. A skeptical stare. He walks up close enough for Dr. Morgan to smell the stink of gin, smoke and old blood clinging to his coat-- close enough for Jackson to get up in his face.
"But you see, the curious thing is... we haven't released any details about the victim. To the public, he' a John Doe." And he does get up close, voice dropping lower, hushed, like he's having a private conversation. "... which brings me to wonder. Just how did they know this dead man here was their loved one?"
A beat.
"Now why are you really here?"