Jack The Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 85 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story  (Excerpt 85)

  The following day, as I sat in Abberline’s Office perusing this report, I could not help but feel a smug sense of self-satisfaction on a job well done. When I had finished perusing the document, Abberline asked, ‘Is this it? or will he kill again?

‘He definitely will kill again! his confidence is at an high, he will not be able to stop himself from killing!’ I stated confidently, and I, of all people should know.

‘What can we do to prevent him, if anything?’ asked Abberline. ‘I’m afraid that my answer would be nothing, your men are so thick on the streets  that they are almost falling over each other, but still he kills, it’s almost as if he were invisible!’

‘But, why nothing? I’m afraid I don’t understand your line of thought?’ queried the Inspector. ‘Let him thank that he is too clever for us, he will get overconfident and start making mistakes, then we will have him, dead to rights!’ I stated confidently.

‘Aha!’ said Abberline, ‘ You had me flummoxed, but I can see your line of reasoning now, it makes perfect sense.’ ‘ When do you think he will kill again?’ queried Abberline. ‘ I think the best answer I can offer, is soon, his confidence is at an all time high, he will want another victim, I would say definitely soon!’ Leaving Abberline to ponder on my answer, I took my leave and returned to the Infirmary, where I had work waiting for my attention.

As I walked, my thoughts turned to Mary, how must she feel now, all of her friends slaughtered by Jack the Ripper. She must be wondering about her own mortality. But who can she turn to for help. She has no one, but poor sad Jack!

(C) Damian Grange 2018

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