Anyone doesn't include him, Jackson would say. To be free of whim and rule of covens and supernatural bureaucracy is one of manifold reasons that Jackson makes his living amongst the mundane. Mind his own business, keep his nose clean (or at least maintain the appearance of so), and keep his involvement limited to favors and basic cooperation-- arms length, all of it.

And it's the mundane that brings him here.

"We could've kept all of this--" He gestures at the office. "-- out of it, had you been at your other office. But here I am, 'askin for patient records that don't even belong to you."

There's a gentleman back at the station, dead as a doorknob, who's a former patient of Dr. Morgan's vampire-blood-enterprising predecessor.