Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 44 )
Due to my own nightly wanderings and McGinty’s observations I now know the likely place to dispose of little ‘Polly’. It would appear that she frequents several of the public houses adjacent to Bucks Row. An area which is poorly lit and admirably suited for my purposes.
The weather, considering it was supposed to be summertime, was dreadful, persistent downpours of rain for most of the week. But it suited my purpose admirably, the only people likely to be about were desperate whores and their clientele. Ordinary folk would be in their beds sleeping soundly.
I summoned McGinty and dressed him the way I wanted him to look, then sent him to seek out my prey. Tonight August the 30th 1888, would be her finale, tonight she would die by my hand. I was attired in dark clothing, with a scarf covering my mouth and a long black cloak to complete my ensemble. Once I was safe in the shadows I was rendered virtually invisible.
I waited patiently, that was the hardest part, the watching and the waiting. One thing that I immediately became aware of, the Police patrolled this area every 15minutes or so. They were not aware of me, but I was very aware of them.
I admit to a little twinge of disappointment, little ‘Polly’s’ demise would have to be a swift one. I had hoped for something a little more entertaining, but not at the price of my freedom. Few people were out and about, obviously due to the vagaries of the weather, one or two whores passed me by without noticing me, but not the one I was waiting patiently for.
(C) Damian Grange 2018