There were surprisingly little murders in the precinct that Jack had initially been assigned to. Using his charming personality and way with words he had talked his boss into sharing him with other precincts so that he could 'help' solve more crimes. Surprisingly the idea was looked kindly upon seeing as that meant they didn't have to pay more MEs.
Sauntering onto the scene, he gave the detective a look of sympathy before stepping closer to the body. He heard the stories that men made up and they were ridiculous, fables so that they could feel safer somehow in their city. Inspecting the body, Jack tried to hide a smile on his lips.
Of all the murders he had seen, he knew this had something to do with someone of his kind; another immortal and one trying to get someone's attention. The problem with having the same MO in several murders in America is that the FBI started to look into it. They had a long file on his murders with no evidence to point them in any direction.