Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 64 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 64 )

  The Inspector looked towards me and smiled, ‘That’s all for tonight, Doctor, It’s been an interesting night, in lots of ways.’ I said my farewells and left in to the embrace of the cold winters night, as I walked my mind was racing, had I unwittingly said something to arouse his suspicions. Or was he merely having a jest at my expense, like I said he his a hard man to fathom, he plays his cards very close to his chest.

I can understand why he is such a successful Policeman, he would make a brilliant poker player, he may have empty hands, but he could convince you that he held the winning trick. He says very little and that soft Dorset accent can lead you in to a false sense of security. But he is no fool. I have to tread warily around our Inspector Abberline.

Mary Jane Kelly’s Diary – September 15th 1888

We were not invited to Annie’s funeral, it was a quiet family affair, so the girls and I met up for a lunch time drink. It was a very solemn affair, each time we meet there seems to be less of us. Who can hate us so much that they wish to treat us in this manner. I admit to being a whore, but I am still human, so who is singling us our for…..execution, for want of a better word. Who and Why? what have we done that was so bad, that it brings this kind of redemption down on our heads. I was a fool, I should have stayed with Jack, I was safe there. There is no safety here, only the threat of imminent death. Oh! Jack, what can I do?

(C) Damian Grange 2018

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