A doctor who cannot stand the sight of blood and gore is as useful as an attorney who cannot argue. In other words, it comes with the territory. Nevermind, that it's only a piece of paper. The stomach-twisting, bloody stuff was back in his dead room.
"According to my examination, the poor fella died two days ago, between the hours of 10 PM and 4 AM in the morning. Were you here 'round that time?"
As to why the forensic pathologist is moonlighting as an investigator-- let's just say that the inspector of his division is a little unorthodox when it comes to his cases. He prefers to work with a handful of people. Add in austere budget cuts, and well, Jackson's finding himself useful in several respects.
"I notice the walls here are a might thin." He raps his knuckles against the fake wood. "You hear any arguing of late?"
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"According to my examination, the poor fella died two days ago, between the hours of 10 PM and 4 AM in the morning. Were you here 'round that time?"
As to why the forensic pathologist is moonlighting as an investigator-- let's just say that the inspector of his division is a little unorthodox when it comes to his cases. He prefers to work with a handful of people. Add in austere budget cuts, and well, Jackson's finding himself useful in several respects.
"I notice the walls here are a might thin." He raps his knuckles against the fake wood. "You hear any arguing of late?"