Chapter 3

One night came and went. This was how most things happened. Unfortunately, the Ripper case wasn't one of them. Jonathan went back to work after noon (the rest of the day, he had spent sleeping off the nigh shift). He was still at his desk, as he didn't have any more incidents to investigate. He was writing up the rest of the report that he had been unable to finish that earlier night. He had just finished, when one of the chiefs came up to him.

'Crane, there's someone her to see you' he said. Jonathan didn't quite know what to say; as I have said before, he didn't lead much of a social life.

Sitting up straight, he waited for the person. The chief had gone to get them from the reception area of the station. It took him about three minutes. Why it took that long, he didn't know. When the chief and Crane's visitor arrived, Jonathan was quickly clearing his desk a little. The person sat down in the chair on the opposite e side of the desk. She (yes, it was a woman), sat up straight and her hands were placed neatly in her lap. She was pretty, green eyes and auburn curly hair. Her skin was pale, but radiant. What am I saying? It sounds like I'm writing a romance fic, doesn't it? The thing was, Jonathan couldn't help but notice these things. She was in a reddish-brown dress, like the colour that you would associate with autumn. She had around her arms a sash.

'Yes Miss, what can I do for you?' he asked, noticing that he still hadn't talked; only gawped.

Yes, I'm here about the Ripper…' she replied. He could see in her eyes that it wasn't going to be a cheerful conversation.

'What is it exactly that you would like to say about him?'

'The last victim that he took, well… she was my best friend. I really don't know what to do…'

Jonathan didn't know what to do either.

'Okay, so…What about her. I sorry, I'm not trying to sound as if she isn't important. I just need to know what I should do…' he said.

'I don't know. I don't even know if you can do anything. It might even be me, somehow…'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I don't know. I may know something that will help you catch him… I'm sorry if this is waiting your time…'

'No, not at all. So, what do you know?'

'Only some things about my sister…'

'It might help, yes'

'I don't know, maybe he has something against prostates…If that's the case, I can play bait if it's any use…'