Fallen Angel
16 Nov 2005, 21:50
Alcohol and Murder
December 15th. The public are still living in fear for their lives even though the ghastly murderer has not committed another horrific crime in almost four weeks. McAllister and his team have been working on trying to trace the handwritten letter which accompanied the left ear of “the ripper’s” latest victim. Unfortunately, they have had very little success in this. Due to the lack of success in tracing the letter McAllister sent his team back to both of the crime scenes. This was all in the hope that he would find some sort of clue as to who the killer was. The police worked extremely hard for five days, straight through one of the coldest winters Whitechapel had ever seen. This, accompanied by McAllister barking instructions at the policemen left, right and centre, made their jobs increasingly harder. After five gruelling days of immensely hard work, no results were to be shown. They still had no idea about who the mysterious stranger was.
Back at the station McAllister was sitting at his desk biting his nails to the bone. The mounting pile of files on his desk was related to previous serial killers in and around that area of London. He had sat for days going through every single file trying to find a possible link or similarity to the recent murders. To no avail. While McAllister and his team searched for links, someone else was to become the “ripper’s” next victim.
In Whitechapel violent husbands were not uncommon and for one man this fault would soon lead to a very bumpy road of interrogation. Catherine Enwood was well known throughout Whitechapel. However, it was not her looks and kind nature that gave her recognition. It was her husband and her own serious alcohol problem. This was to soon give even more possible links as to who the killer may be.
Catherine was heading home after being at the local inn spending all she could on her regular supply of alcohol. It was a cold winter’s night and the road which she walked had very little light to show her on her way. On that fateful night, she met a charming man dressed from head to toe in black clothing which could be expected regarding the harsh weather. The stranger greeted Catherine and offered his assistance so that she could get home safely. Being none the wiser, Catherine accepted this offer. Had she been sober, she would have known not to accept help but given her recent state she didn’t realise that the acceptance of help was the worst possible mistake she could make.
Just before New Years Eve, a local grocer went down to his yard at dawn to get ready for the days work. On his way down he found the gate that led to Whitechapel ajar. This arose his suspicions as he had made sure the gate was firmly locked the previous night. Although, he was uncertain about the thought of what he might find, the grocer proceeded to cautiously look beyond the gate. Since he was an ex-military man, Paul Johannsen, he did not hesitate too much about trying to find out what was amiss. Slowly he opened the gate. Tiptoeing his way around into the alley, he stumbled and landed face down. As he raised himself to get up he came face to face with the dismembered body of a woman. Panicking, he quickly alerted the police.
First to arrive on the scene was a new recruit to the police force. With one glance at the still form of the woman, he bent over and was violently sick. Once the rest of the team had arrived it was stated that it was the first time the recruit had encountered a dead body. After the recruit had been excused McAllister and his faithful team went about the process of examining the body. Unsurprisingly, this had become a second language to the officers.
On close examination it was discovered that yet again, the ring finger had been removed. The victim’s personal possessions had been placed by her body in an untidy pile. This was a strong contradiction to what had been before with the possessions of Polly Cairns. Her wedding ring was placed above her left shoulder. Amongst her possessions was a letter written to a Mrs Catherine Enwood. Since the letter was sent by a man the police figured that Catherine was the victim. Catherine’s dress had been torn steadily from the neck to the hem and had been left wide open so that all parts of the body were visible. It was observed that there was a slight tear on the bottom of the diaphragm and on closer inspection, that her liver had been removed. Without much damage to the nearby organs. The final injury which was visible on Catherine was the well known grisly smile from ear to ear. The police couldn’t understand why the killer used two signatures. Was it to try and confuse them or did he delight in keeping trophies of infinite victims?
McAllister was sure he had seen Catherine’s name at some point in a police file. So, he decided to investigate further. Eventually, after hours of searching, he found a report which claimed Catherine had recently tried to file charges against her husband George Enwood. When McAllister went to the given address George wasn’t in. So he paid a visit to a neighbour. After explaining to the neighbour why he was here, McAllister was informed that the couple had an extremely violent relationship. Catherine had started divorce proceedings but stopped after George’s fist had put her in her place for the last time. After hearing this McAllister was determined to bring George into the station.
George Enwood was arrested later on, charged with domestic abuse. However, this alone couldn’t satisfy McAllister. In a desperate bid for a confession to the murders McAllister insisted that he was left alone for ten minutes with Mr Enwood. At first, he talked calmly; however after two minutes without a response he began to get frustrated. McAllister yelled at George saying: “LISTEN BOY! WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU ARE RESPONIBLE FOR YOUR WIFES DEATH AND THAT OF THE OTHER TWO YOUNG WOMEN. CONFESS NOW AND THE PENALTY MAY BE LIGHTER”! George looked fearfully at McAllister and just shook his head in response. McAllister pulled him off his seat by his shirt collar and threw George against the wall. Yelling all the time. Fortunately, for George McAllister’s time was up. A knock on the door indicated that the sergeant had to leave the interview room.
While George remained in custody a letter arrived on McAllister’s desk. As he read the letter, a sudden twinge of anger gripped at his stomach.
“To the sergeant & his team of pathetic excuses for men.
Honestly! I would have thought you would have performed better on the victims. I mean, you had no idea who I was on the Ellie & that whores cases. Did you receive your little gift? I thought at least I could lend you an ear. Get it? F.Y.I Mrs Enwood screamed louder than a banshee. I am surprised no-one came to the drunken woman’s aid.
Do you actually care??
You thought I was a doctor? Ha! You must be joking.
End of round 3. Let us see how you play later.
You will NOT know when I will return but rest assured. When I do, you’ll know about it.
Yours,
Jack The Ripper”
George wasn’t the killer of his wife. Or the other two girls for that matter. All he was guilty of was battery. As the day drew to a close, McAllister began to wonder what happened to Catherine’s liver. Was he to expect it or did the killer take it home? Little did he know that his answer was to come too soon.
December 15th. The public are still living in fear for their lives even though the ghastly murderer has not committed another horrific crime in almost four weeks. McAllister and his team have been working on trying to trace the handwritten letter which accompanied the left ear of “the ripper’s” latest victim. Unfortunately, they have had very little success in this. Due to the lack of success in tracing the letter McAllister sent his team back to both of the crime scenes. This was all in the hope that he would find some sort of clue as to who the killer was. The police worked extremely hard for five days, straight through one of the coldest winters Whitechapel had ever seen. This, accompanied by McAllister barking instructions at the policemen left, right and centre, made their jobs increasingly harder. After five gruelling days of immensely hard work, no results were to be shown. They still had no idea about who the mysterious stranger was.
Back at the station McAllister was sitting at his desk biting his nails to the bone. The mounting pile of files on his desk was related to previous serial killers in and around that area of London. He had sat for days going through every single file trying to find a possible link or similarity to the recent murders. To no avail. While McAllister and his team searched for links, someone else was to become the “ripper’s” next victim.
In Whitechapel violent husbands were not uncommon and for one man this fault would soon lead to a very bumpy road of interrogation. Catherine Enwood was well known throughout Whitechapel. However, it was not her looks and kind nature that gave her recognition. It was her husband and her own serious alcohol problem. This was to soon give even more possible links as to who the killer may be.
Catherine was heading home after being at the local inn spending all she could on her regular supply of alcohol. It was a cold winter’s night and the road which she walked had very little light to show her on her way. On that fateful night, she met a charming man dressed from head to toe in black clothing which could be expected regarding the harsh weather. The stranger greeted Catherine and offered his assistance so that she could get home safely. Being none the wiser, Catherine accepted this offer. Had she been sober, she would have known not to accept help but given her recent state she didn’t realise that the acceptance of help was the worst possible mistake she could make.
Just before New Years Eve, a local grocer went down to his yard at dawn to get ready for the days work. On his way down he found the gate that led to Whitechapel ajar. This arose his suspicions as he had made sure the gate was firmly locked the previous night. Although, he was uncertain about the thought of what he might find, the grocer proceeded to cautiously look beyond the gate. Since he was an ex-military man, Paul Johannsen, he did not hesitate too much about trying to find out what was amiss. Slowly he opened the gate. Tiptoeing his way around into the alley, he stumbled and landed face down. As he raised himself to get up he came face to face with the dismembered body of a woman. Panicking, he quickly alerted the police.
First to arrive on the scene was a new recruit to the police force. With one glance at the still form of the woman, he bent over and was violently sick. Once the rest of the team had arrived it was stated that it was the first time the recruit had encountered a dead body. After the recruit had been excused McAllister and his faithful team went about the process of examining the body. Unsurprisingly, this had become a second language to the officers.
On close examination it was discovered that yet again, the ring finger had been removed. The victim’s personal possessions had been placed by her body in an untidy pile. This was a strong contradiction to what had been before with the possessions of Polly Cairns. Her wedding ring was placed above her left shoulder. Amongst her possessions was a letter written to a Mrs Catherine Enwood. Since the letter was sent by a man the police figured that Catherine was the victim. Catherine’s dress had been torn steadily from the neck to the hem and had been left wide open so that all parts of the body were visible. It was observed that there was a slight tear on the bottom of the diaphragm and on closer inspection, that her liver had been removed. Without much damage to the nearby organs. The final injury which was visible on Catherine was the well known grisly smile from ear to ear. The police couldn’t understand why the killer used two signatures. Was it to try and confuse them or did he delight in keeping trophies of infinite victims?
McAllister was sure he had seen Catherine’s name at some point in a police file. So, he decided to investigate further. Eventually, after hours of searching, he found a report which claimed Catherine had recently tried to file charges against her husband George Enwood. When McAllister went to the given address George wasn’t in. So he paid a visit to a neighbour. After explaining to the neighbour why he was here, McAllister was informed that the couple had an extremely violent relationship. Catherine had started divorce proceedings but stopped after George’s fist had put her in her place for the last time. After hearing this McAllister was determined to bring George into the station.
George Enwood was arrested later on, charged with domestic abuse. However, this alone couldn’t satisfy McAllister. In a desperate bid for a confession to the murders McAllister insisted that he was left alone for ten minutes with Mr Enwood. At first, he talked calmly; however after two minutes without a response he began to get frustrated. McAllister yelled at George saying: “LISTEN BOY! WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU ARE RESPONIBLE FOR YOUR WIFES DEATH AND THAT OF THE OTHER TWO YOUNG WOMEN. CONFESS NOW AND THE PENALTY MAY BE LIGHTER”! George looked fearfully at McAllister and just shook his head in response. McAllister pulled him off his seat by his shirt collar and threw George against the wall. Yelling all the time. Fortunately, for George McAllister’s time was up. A knock on the door indicated that the sergeant had to leave the interview room.
While George remained in custody a letter arrived on McAllister’s desk. As he read the letter, a sudden twinge of anger gripped at his stomach.
“To the sergeant & his team of pathetic excuses for men.
Honestly! I would have thought you would have performed better on the victims. I mean, you had no idea who I was on the Ellie & that whores cases. Did you receive your little gift? I thought at least I could lend you an ear. Get it? F.Y.I Mrs Enwood screamed louder than a banshee. I am surprised no-one came to the drunken woman’s aid.
Do you actually care??
You thought I was a doctor? Ha! You must be joking.
End of round 3. Let us see how you play later.
You will NOT know when I will return but rest assured. When I do, you’ll know about it.
Yours,
Jack The Ripper”
George wasn’t the killer of his wife. Or the other two girls for that matter. All he was guilty of was battery. As the day drew to a close, McAllister began to wonder what happened to Catherine’s liver. Was he to expect it or did the killer take it home? Little did he know that his answer was to come too soon.