Chapter 4

Hope everyone's enjoying reading the story and sticks with me. Again I don't own any of the Ripper Street cast. Just Daisy and a few others when they pop up

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She must have dosed off for what she thought was only a couple of minutes, but was quickly awoken to the sounds of screams and someone screaming, 'MURDER!" Her eyes flew open and her ears tuned in.

'MURDER!" Someone screamed again, before the shrill sound of a police whistle cut through the air. Cautiously, Daisy made her way over to her window and slowly drew open the shutters.

The cold air stung her face like a thousand knives slashing at her face. Warily she lifted the window and peered out.

It was early morning by now and the sun was just starting to break through. The sky was grey and overcast.

There was a lot of commotion going on in the street below. There were women crying, men shouting and kids running wild.

'Where's Jackson?" She heard a male voice float up to her bedroom window. She felt her stomach flutter at the mention of his name.

"Probably underneath some whore in that whorehouse in which he resides." Another gentleman mocked. Daisy frowned at these words.

"Hobbs, go and raised Jackson and tell him his presence is wanted here immediately." The first man spoke again. She gathered by now that these men must be in the police force and that this man must be in charge.

"So Homer must be a policeman?" Daisy said to herself. She quite liked that notion, of being a mistress to a policeman. At least they had respect around here and he would be able to keep her safe and protect her from becoming like the poor person on the street below.

Jackson was roused from a particularly 'interesting' dream, involving himself and somewhat from back across the seas, by a series of profuse knocks on his bedchamber door, which gradually became more and more frantic, progressing into loud bangs.

"Alright, alright! I'm comin!" He rolled over rubbing a hand across his face, surprised for once that he had woken up alone.

"Mr Reid requires your presence immediately." It was Hobbs.

"Tell him I'll meet him at the station." Jackson groaned. His head starting to thump.

"No. You will come with me immediately Jackson." Another voice told him sternly. It was Inspector Edmund Reid.

"Alright! Quit your hollerin'" Jackson yelled back, immediately regretting this decision with a searing pain through his head. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and fumbled around to find his breeches and yanked them on, tucking his shirt into them and sliding his braces up onto his shoulders.

He crossed over to his surgical kit, which lay open on his bureau and picked up a glass and mixed up a tonic, which had gradually become an old friend over the years, and a faithful one at that.

He shook his head at the taste and grabbed his coat, plonking his hat firmly on his head.

"Whatever are you doing in there Jackson!" Reid bellowed once more.

"Geez Louise! I'm comin'!" Jackson whistled, lighting up a cigarette. He opened up his door, cigarette between his teeth and shrugged on his jacket, picking up his kit.

"Let's get down to business then shall we fellas?" He smirked, exhaling smoke from his mouth as he spoke.

Reid sighed.

"There's been another murder." He informed Jackson.

"The Ripper?" Jackson questioned.

"'Fraid it looks that way."

"Whereabouts?"

"White Heart Street."

Jackson paused in lifting his cigarette to his mouth when he heard what street the murder was on.

"Something the matter Jackson?" Reid questioned as he, Jackson and Hobbs made their way to the rime scene.

"Woman?"

Reid nodded.

"I knew a young maiden who lives on that street 'tis all." He flicked ash onto the street.

Daisy leaned further out of the window and caught sight of a body that lay under a grey blanket, a few doors down. How had she not heard anything during the night? She questioned herself.

She heard multiple footsteps arriving on the cobbles, before seeing two men and a young boy approaching before conversing with another man. Next, the lankier of the three gave his hat and coat to the young lad, before placing a bag on the ground near the body and rolling up his sleeves.

She craned to looking further. There were police everywhere, straining to keep back the crowds that were forming, whilst reporters were throwing out questions this way and that.

She saw the man crouch down and lift up a corner of the blanket. Daisy let out a gasp as she caught a faint glimpse of what lay beneath and knocked a vase on the windowsill out the window, which fell to the street and smashed. At the same time, she felt her throat closing up and began gasping for air.

It's getting exciting huh?