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The cuts were still too precise. They looked like cuts that were made by someone who worked in the medical profession. Lauren added an extra unsteadiness to her hand as she cut into the flesh of her victim. The woman had been an easy target. Lauren had come upon her as she walked down the cobblestone street alone. The street had been poorly lit by the gas lamps that hung above and Lauren had approached the woman feigning that she needed directions, but when she was close enough to her she had injected her with a tranquiliser that had swiftly incapacitated the woman. After rendering the woman unconscious she had dragged the body back to the horse cart that she had left hiding in the shadows of the alley. Once Lauren had the woman in the back of the cart and covered she climbed up to the driver's bench then quickly snapped the reigns to get the two horses pulling the cart moving. The ride was a half hour outside of the city, but Lauren wasn't concerned with woman waking up. She had given her enough tranquiliser that she would be out for at least an hour. They eventually arrived at Lauren's home in the countryside and Lauren pulled the cart into the barn. After lighting several gas lamps and securing the barn doors closed Lauren unhitched the horses then headed over to the area that she had designated as her work space and got the wooden gurney. Lauren pushed it over to the cart then she manoeuvred the woman's body onto it then pushed it back over to her work area. She strapped the woman to the table using leather straps that were hanging from the it then she went about sterilising and setting up the medical tools that she wanted to use for the evening. It was moments later when she heard rattling coming from the gurney which signified that her target for the night had woken up. Before she turned to look at her victim Lauren prepared a syringe that contained a serum that she had created that would immobilise the victim's vocal chords. Lauren turned around to look at the woman and she could see the wild, panic look in them that caused a slight smirk to appear on Lauren's face as she calmly stated, "Nice to see that you're awake and coherent, but for good measure I'm going to give you something that'll prevent you from screaming." Lauren held up the syringe, "I found with the first two experiments that the constant screaming gave me a terrible headache."

The woman whimpered, "Please don't hurt me."

Lauren walked closer to the gurney and she gently stroked the woman's hair, "Unfortunately there's no way around that. But I do know that you'll only be conscious for most of the procedure for at least forty-five minutes then the shock will take over and you'll lose consciousness." Lauren held up the syringe again and inspected it for air bubbles before she looked back down at the woman, "This will only hurt a moment."

Lauren brought the needle to the woman's throat then shoved it through to her trachea. Lauren injected the serum then smiled, "We'll give it a minute or two for the serum to take effect then we can get to the real enjoyable part."

Lauren left the scared, panicked woman alone as she walked back over to the work table that held her medical instruments. The woman had unsuspectingly wandered into the area that Lauren had been getting her victims from. It was a small, quiet neighbourhood in London where it was mostly lower class families, but they were also close to the better off neighbourhood as well. She had her many reasons for targeting this area but the main one was that no one would realise that the women would be missing because girls ran away from the area all the time trying to find better lives for themselves. The sad reality of the fact was that most would turn to prostitution after a year of being away from their families

Lauren organised the instruments that she would be using for the night then placed them on a tray that was on a stand on wheels. She wheeled it over to the woman then picked up a pair of scissors and started to cut away the woman's clothes as she talked to her, "You were quite far from home tonight." The woman squirmed on the table, "I know this because although you're dressed to play the role of a middle class woman, you are not. A woman of that station would have a gentleman escorting her home." Lauren removed the woman's clothes and she was now lying naked on the wooden table. Lauren picked up a scalpel then she slowly ran the tip of it from the notch at the top of the woman's sternum then between her breasts as she smirked, "Were you thinking you might fetch yourself a husband if you dressed this way and head to a pub or restaurant? My dear child the most those men would do is use you like some common whore then throw you away like yesterday's rubbish." Lauren's smirk turned into a sad smile, "But I guess this will be a lesson that you will be learning a tad too late." Lauren's blade had reached the top of the woman's abdomen and she firmly pressed down causing the blade to cut into the woman's skin then she dragged it down slowly slicing her open. The woman fought against the leather straps that held her down and tears instantly came to her eyes as the pain instantly overwhelmed her. Lauren softly chuckled and told her, "Fight all you want, but you'll only tire yourself out which will shorten my fun. Then I will have to keep you awake and I don't want to make you suffer, but if I have to I will."

And the woman had done her best to stay still and conscious during the whole duration, but she didn't and had passed out thirty minutes into it. But Lauren continued her work and eventually the cuts got sloppier which made her satisfied with what she had been concentrating on. This was the best of her work so far and she knew the next would be a masterpiece.

The folder landed on Bo's desk with a loud thud. Superintendant Fitzpatrick McCorrigan glared at Bo and ordered, "My office now." Then he looked at Bo's partner Kenzi Malikov, "The both of you."

Bo looked at Kenzi then the two of them got up and followed after the commander of their division. As soon as the door to the superintendant's office was closed he barked, "Two dead women in Whitechapel." Then he picked up a folder off of his desk and opened it, "With a third being added this morning. Inspector how are you handling this? Because I have the commissioner breathing down my neck demanding answers."

Bo cleared her throat and told him, "We are working diligently and trying to get as much information as possible on the women killed as well as finding out any enemies or people they may have had confrontations with. Superintendant we have not rested since these gruesome murders came across our desk."

The man sat down in the chair behind his desk and sighed heavily, "I know you are Bo. It's just that the way the press is portraying the murders is causing a panic among the city and people are demanding answers now." Bo watched as the man rubbed at his tired eyes, "Which is causing the commissioner to put me through the ringer. Have you been to the third crime scene this morning?"

"I haven't. We actually haven't seen the file yet." Bo admitted. She and Kenzi had spent a better part of the early morning looking over the photographs from the two other cases hoping they could find a pattern or something they might have overlooked.

The superintendant handed Bo the case file and stated, "Look at it and get a feel for it then I want you down by the crime scene as soon as possible."

Bo nodded and told him, "We will go down now. Is the body still there?"

Fitzpatrick shook his head no and told her, "It's at the morgue."

Bo looked at Kenzi, "We should look at it before they work on it." Kenzi nodded and Bo looked at the superintendant, "We'll get going sir."

Bo and Kenzi left the superintendant's office and Kenzi mumbled under her breath, "He is not going to loosen the noose on this one Bo."

Bo started to button up her waistcoat which she had unbuttoned while she was pouring over the crime scene photos, and reports from the morgue along with the notes from the responding officers. Bo tossed the folder onto the large pile on her desk and retorted, "No shit Kenz. The press is turning this into a circus and it's making our jobs harder than it needs to be. Where was the most recent victim found?"

"Berner street." Kenzi read after she picked up the file off of Bo's desk.

Bo mulled over that piece of information. That was further from the first two victims. The first two had been found basically at the heart of the district. Bo wondered why this one was placed so far away from the others. Bo took her jacket off the back of her chair then put it on and told Kenzi, "That is several streets away from the placement of the other bodies. And they were placed near pubs. From my recollection of Berner street there isn't anything on that street except a few closed up shops."

Kenzi slipped on her overcoat and said, "At least they don't have to worry about the murders being bad for business." Bo glared at Kenzi and the newly promoted inspector backpedalled, "Was this one dumped like the others or was she killed on site?"

Bo rolled her eyes because it had been clear in the crime scene pictures that the body had been dumped. But the young woman had only been promoted to inspector a month ago and was still getting used to looking at the gruesome photographs that they had been reviewing recently. Bo put on her derby hat then adjusted her ponytail as she sighed, "It was dumped. There was no blood surrounding the body. Also her placement doesn't give the appearance of some attack on the street. Her body looks too neat." Bo nodded her head toward the station exit, "Come on lets go see what we discover at the morgue."

They were walking out of the station when they ran into detective Dyson Thornwood. Bo's on again-off again fling. Currently they were off again due to the fact that he didn't think that Bo was handling the serial murders effectively enough. Dyson smiled at Bo and Kenzi, "Inspectors. Where are you two off to this lovely morning?"

Kenzi rolled her eyes and she was about to say something, but Bo beat her to it, "It's none of your concern Detective Thornwood. Now if you'll excuse us."

Dyson stepped aside and gestured with his arm for them to pass as he commented, "Have a nice time on Berner street."

Bo turned around and snapped, "You took the file that was supposed to get to me Dyson? That's low even for you."

Dyson gave her a charming smile and if the circumstances hadn't been what they were she would have fallen for it easily, but because he was being a pompous ass about the serial killer case he was on her shit list. And the smile only made her want to punch him in the face. "Bo I don't know what you mean. It was placed on my desk by mistake. I was coming to give it to you actually." Dyson explained to her although Bo could tell that he was lying through his teeth.

Bo gritted her teeth and said through them, "Fitzpatrick gave me the file you ass. But thank you for getting it to me promptly." Bo turned around to walk out of the station, "Come on Kenzi."

As the two were walking out Dyson yelled, "Will I be seeing you tonight for dinner Inspector?"

Bo turned around and showed him her middle finger for a moment then she turned back around to hail a carriage. Kenzi and Bo hopped into the carriage and Bo told the carriage driver where to go then Kenzi said, "Still pissed at him?"

Bo scoffed as she looked through the window, "Pissed is putting it nicely. He thinks I can't handle a high profiled case and he thinks that because I've only been an inspector for two years that the stress of the case will get to me. It's bullshit."

Kenzi was quite a moment then she sighed, "Maybe we should ask for his help though Bo. The body count is rising and we have piss for answers."

Bo quickly turned her head to look at her partner, "The reason why we have piss for answers is because by the time we get on the scene every dick in the city has already walked through it."

"But it doesn't matter Bo if the bodies are being dumped." Kenzi pointed out.

Bo was quite and all that could be heard in the carriage was the bustle from the street and the clomp of the horse's hooves on the cobblestone. Bo stared intently out of the window then sighed, "We need to find out where this bastard is picking his victims. The other two we thought were pub customers-"

Kenzi cut her off by saying, "And they were Bo and they were prostitutes."

Bo let her head fall back on the padded headrest of the coach bench. That was the one thing that the first two victims had in common. They were whores. And Bo didn't have much information on the third, but if she turned out to be a prostitute as well then they had their pattern and if she turned out to be a Whitechapel resident then that gave Bo more information on their killer. Bo closed her eyes and sighed, "We need to find out more about this third victim."

"That we do Bo-Bo. That we do."

Lauren had just gotten out of the bath and she was running around her room getting ready for work. She had gotten back into the city late last night and her house staff was worried about her late nights, but then again they were used to it whenever she was dealing with a medical breakthrough. Lauren dressed quickly and she headed down to the first floor of the town home that she owned in Hyde Park and shouted, "Thomas is the carriage out front?"

Lauren's right hand man and trusted man servant Thomas walked out of the kitchen to the front of the house. He gave her a brown paper sack that contained her lunch along with her leather satchel and told her, "Yes ma'am. There was a bit of a chill this morning, so I had it heated for you."

Lauren smiled graciously at the man and said, "What would I ever do without you?"

Thomas chuckled and remarked, "Be late for every engagement that you have and the house would be in shambles."

Lauren laughed at how true his words were then she put on her overcoat and hat, "That is very true, but I hope to never find out. I will be home late tonight Thomas. I have papers to grade and I do believe I have a few surgeries tonight." Lauren frowned at bit as she recalled her schedule, "It is going to be a long night."

"Yes ma'am it will be. I will send young John over to the university later with your dinner." Thomas said as he helped Lauren into her coat then opened the front door for her.

Lauren grabbed her satchel and lunch and countered with "Don't send John I think he might have a small attraction to me and I would like to avoid that."

Thomas smirked at her, "I'll see what I can do ma'am."

Lauren chuckled because she knew the man was going to send John despite her saying that the young man shouldn't be sent. Lauren walked out of the house with Thomas following behind her and when they reached the waiting carriage Thomas opened the door for her and helped her into it. After she thanked him she told him, "If I'm not home by morning you can send young John to come fetch me."

Thomas grinned at her, "I will hold you to that ma'am. Have a good day."

Lauren returned the sentiment then Thomas closed the door and banged on the side of the carriage telling the driver she was all set to go. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late for the lecture that she had to give this morning. Lauren was also running on little sleep. After she had dumped the body of her most recent victim on Berner Street in the early hours of morning she had abandoned the cart on the outskirts of the city and allowed one of the horses to roam free into the countryside while she rode the other back to her townhouse. The cart wouldn't be found for at least a week and by then any evidence would be erased by the elements. She should know because she was the leading expert on forensics in London. The carriage arrived at College University and Lauren jumped out of it and thanked the carriage driver. She ran up the steps then once she was in the building she quickly walked down the hall to the staircase and ran up to the third floor. Had she been wearing trousers the stairs wouldn't have been a problem, but she was wearing skirts and they were a pain in the ass. Lauren eventually made it to the third floor and she rushed into the third lecture hall causing the waiting students to all turn her way. Lauren gave them a polite smile and declared, "There's nothing like a good morning run to get the synapses firing in the morning. How are we all doing?" The students didn't answer Lauren question and she shook her head in disbelief. She once again was expecting too much from her students. Lauren briefly wondered why she was killing prostitutes instead of these entitled little bastards. Lauren began her lesson about the study of blood splatters at a crime scene and what information could be obtained from them.

Kenzi and Bo arrived at London Hospital and they were in the basement of the institution where the morgue was located. Bo had her handkerchief covering her mouth and nose and she was trying to prevent the offensive smells from invading her nostrils. Kenzi was pinching her nose and she asked in a nasally voice, "Why don't they offer complimentary face masks for visitors coming down here?"

Bo chuckled and gave her muffled response, "Because they most likely don't get many visitors Kenz."

"I'm putting in a strongly worded letter to the administration when we get out of here." Kenzi stated as they finally reached the door for the medical professional that was handling the body of their most recent victim.

"Please be sure to leave my name off of that letter." Bo said before she knocked on the heavy wooden door in front of her.

The door opened a crack then a dark haired man peered through it and he looked at Bo and Kenzi before he inquired, "Yes can I help you?"

Bo reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her badge and announced, "Yes I am Inspector Dennis and this is Inspector Malikov with the Metropolitan Police. We hear you are working on a body that may be part of a series of murders that we are working on."

The man nodded and opened the door for them to enter as he walked over to his desk. He picked up a folder and ran through the report he had written up, "She was a red head. Weighed one hundred twenty pounds. Measured in at five feet and two inches. Internal organs were removed then replaced, but they weren't put back into their proper place nor were they attached. They were haphazardly placed back into the abdominal cavities. All except the kidneys. She also had all the blood drained from her. There were bruises on both wrists and both of her ankles. No other signs of trauma other than-"

"Did you look at her hands? Were there any broken nails or splintered skin?" Bo asked as her brain processed the man's words. He was giving her the obvious facts and the same facts that she read about from the first two victims. Bo took off her hat and wiped her brow with her handkerchief. It was sweltering down in the dank basement and she didn't understand how the man could stand to be in the environment. "Were there any signs of a struggle on the victim's body?" The man stood there and gaped at Bo. She rolled her eyes in frustration then demanded, "Show me the fucking body."

The man nodded and he walked over to the door, "Follow me."

Kenzi and Bo followed the man down to the surgical theatre where the smell lessened and the lamps burned brighter. In the middle of the room there was a metal table and on it was a body covered on a white sheet. The man walked over to the table and he reached to pull the sheet down before he commented, "Hopefully you two have had a light breakfast."

He pulled it down and the first thing Bo noticed was how pale the woman's body looked under the bright burning lamps of the room. Bo heard Kenzi whisper, "Oh god..."

Bo stepped closer to the body to get a better look and she noticed the various incisions on the body and she thought she could recognise the ones that murderer had made, but she wanted to be sure, "Doctor can you tell me which incisions are yours and which ones were made by our murderer."

The man walked over to the other side of the body and pointed with his finger, "This here is the y-incision that I made to conduct the autopsy." He pointed to an incision that was on the woman's side, "This was created by your murder. He or she may have placed some sort of tubing here to drain the deceased of their blood. This incision also can be found on the side you're currently standing on." Bo looked at the woman's side and surely enough there was a wide incision. The doctor pointed to an incision that started below the woman's ribcage and extended down to the top of her pubic area, "And this incision, the worst of them all, was made by your murderer."

Bo studied the now sutured incisions and she noticed that they had a more jagged appearance than the other victims and she motioned for Kenzi to come closer to the body, "Kenzi do you remember what the incisions looked like on our last two bodies?"

Kenzi gagged a little as she walked over then retorted, "I try not to remember them, but unfortunately they're stuck with me."

"Weren't they a little bit neater than this?" Bo queried as she looked at the incisions.

Kenzi hovered over Bo's shoulder and she shrugged, "I'd have to look at the pictures to be certain Bo."

Bo looked up at the doctor, "I want pictures of this body sent to the station." The man nodded and Bo went back to looking at the body there was no defensive markers. No offensive markers. Bo was completely stumped as to how their murderer was transporting these women without a fight. Bo stood up and looked at Kenzi, "I want to go to the scene next." Bo looked back at the doctor and thanked him for his time before she and Kenzi left.

They had emerged from the hospital when Kenzi took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Thank god for fresh air."

Bo looked at her partner and arched her eyebrow, "If you can call the rotting sewage from the north fresh air."

Kenzi glared at her and remarked, "You always have to ruin the moment I'm having don't you?"

Bo grinned and said, "But it's something that brings me joy in this bleak, dreary world."

Kenzi gave her shoulder a gentle shove and said, "You need to find a new joy in this world. I would say get some assistance with that, but your current bed partner is truly being an ass."

Bo glowered at the statement. She was going to call it quits with Dyson. They clearly couldn't have both a professional and a sexual relationship especially if Dyson thought that if gave him some sort of leverage over Bo. She would prove to him that he was replaceable and was nothing to her. Bo and Kenzi headed over to the scene where the body had been dumped and Bo wasn't expecting to find anything, but she wanted to get a good look at the area. Like the other two dump sites it was an alleyway in the slums of Whitechapel. Only difference was that the third victim wasn't dumped near a pub. Bo and Kenzi looked at the alley from every angle before they headed back to the station. They were at their desks looking over the crime scene photos before and after the body was taken along with the reports from the medical examiner, initial responders, and statements from the civilians who discovered the body. A few hours later Fitzpatrick walked up to Bo's desk with a slip of paper, "I want you go to College University. There is a doctor there that is the leading expert in reading crime scenes and such. I want you to take the photos and reports and see if they can help you out."

Bo sighed because she hated dealing with outside experts. They were all pompous assholes that talked out of their ass and had never been on an actual crime scene a day in their life. Bo sighed and took the slip of paper then shoved it in the pocket of her trousers, "Malikov and I will head over there as soon as we finish comparing the pictures of the body."

Fitzpatrick narrowed his eyes at her and ordered, "You will go there now inspector or I'll place you back on foot patrol with the other bobbies."

Bo rolled her eyes and grumbled, "It'd probably be a hell of a lot better than being in here with you." She got up and yanked her coat off the back of her chair, "Let's go meet this Commissioner approved expert."

As they were walking out of the bullpen Fitzpatrick yelled, "It's not the Commissioner, Dennis. It's me. Now stop being a pain in the ass."