Jackson rests his back on a pillar decoration near the officers, monologue-ing out loud. "A lover's quarrel. The most unpredictable thing. I can emphasize a bit, as when my wife was alive, we too were madly in love. But like everything that seems impossibly perfect, it always ends, one way or another." He approaches the young lady with a hand in his pocket. "But for now, you have to be strong, miss. If you can cooperate more with us, we can find Samuel's killer. You can help justice. You can help us." And with that, he whips out his detective badge from his coat. "I'm Detective James Jackson. But just call me Jackson."

He pulls up a tall seat from a nearby empty blackjack table, sitting in it from behind. "Now, let me ask you a couple of questions. First off, do you know if Samuel has any enemies or whatnot? Anybody in general that would hate him or possibly in any way want him dead?"
Jackson gazes at the woman with attentive eyes through his sunglasses.