Chapter 2
What he came to first was a small alley. He had been told to investigate there first, as that was where the most recent murder had been committed. The murder was the one that linked to the photograph that he had been given. It was the same woman, the same alley, and the same crime.
He walked down the cobbled path, his steps light and silent. He thought, in the back of his mind, that if he hadn't become a member of 'good' society, he might as well have become the Ripper. He had the right kind of clear thinking and the right kind of movement. Enough on that, though. When he came to the scene of the crime, he saw the blood. It had dried quiet a bit, but some areas were still wet. It was a brownish-red colour now, filling the space of at least five feet, and at most, six. It seemed to have stayed in the same span of the woman that it had coffined. She had been removed, probably to be examined. He squatted down to take to take a closer look. He took out his notebook and started to take notes. There wasn't a lot to put, since the victim had gone. After a few minutes, he got up, put the book and pen away, and went to his next destination.
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He pushed open the doors of the post-mortem room at the hospital. The place was very white. It was as it should be, but Jonathan thought that it was too white. Too clean for somewhere that should be cutting open bodies and leaving bloody imprints here, there and everywhere. There was a table in the middle of the room, and three of the walls were, in fact, stores for the bodies. The staff was busy. They were working on a new carcass. A man walked towards him.
'Good morning, Mr. Crane. I trust that you are here to investigate?' Jonathan was asked by him, as he shook his hand.
'Yes, unfortunately. Another 'Ripper' case, I've been told…'
'Indeed. I hope they catch him soon. Any more of this, and I think that some of us might even quit our jobs. The butchery on some of them is incredible!'
Jonathan smiled, as he walked past the man and towards the table. He saw that it was the same woman laying there as it had been in the photograph. She had all the correct wounds, and had the same dress and face. All of the injuries were the same; a heavy slit across the throat, and they were all done to prostitutes. As he moved back (allowing the staff to carry on), he took his notes. This time, they were slightly longer than they had been with the location.
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Later that day, he had been asked to work the night shift, as I had said before. He knew that he was going to be tired, but what else could he do? He knew that he wouldn't sleep otherwise, so why not just put his thinking time to good use?
The work that he got that night was having to write a report on what he had found out that day. What he wrote was basically the same as he had always done with them; prostitute, slit throat, bloody grave. He thought about what the man at the hospital had said to him about quitting his job. Jonathan thought that this was a pretty good idea for him. Any more of the 'Ripper', and it would be the end of his career for sure. It was boring, but he knew that he wouldn't find the culprit easily.