"Did I ever say I was the only one?" He damn near shouts back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He gets why Henry's acting cold and defensive, much like he'd been when the other doctor had come to field his inquiry about the dried-up vampires. An eye for an eye, in a sense.

Being on the receiving end is bitter medicine.

"I don't got any obligation or personal sentiment attached to the case. One of our inspector's pet projects, as with all of his cases-- which means I could walk right out this door. No skin off my back."

Jackson slides his chair backwards, making a grating scrape on the carpet. He moves to get up and walk away, but hesitates before stepping away from the chair. "Thing is, the Insepctor believes that one of the division chief's coverin' for a murder. Case was closed too quickly, and the boy killed was once datin' his daughter-- a boy he vehemently disapproved of." The doctor pauses to set his hat upon his head. "Now, it might be nothin' but as a betting man, I do say it seems suspicious."