Stalking Jack the Ripper

“You must know what you mean to me? Surely you must know how I feel about you, Audrey Rose. The thought of losing you…”

“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”

Mary Jane Kelly was someone I tried keeping as historically accurate as possible.

Jack the Ripper was dead. My brother was dead.

The only thought mildly comforting me was knowing my brother would be there, and he’d allow no harm to befall me.

“Do give your father my regards, though. Perhaps even a kiss on the forehead. I’d like to remain on his good side, especially when I inform him I’m madly in love with his daughter.”

Her heart was surgically removed and was found neither at the crime scene nor in her person. It’s my belief it was removed for attempted transplant by the murderer.”

A large, metallic object clanked to the floor. Uncle motioned for me to pick it up. I grabbed a pair of forceps and lifted the large gear to the table

Thomas tilted my chin up with a finger, his intent gaze setting my skin aflame. “I do love it when you speak so maliciously, Wadsworth. Gives my heart a bit of a rush.”

“You look quite lovely today, Audrey Rose.”

“We are stalking Jack the Ripper,” I pointed out. “I’m already putting us in danger.”