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Silly Ole Bear
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Outside the Buck's Row Constable Derek Waters held a small piece of paper and a pencil in his hand. A lot of facts were coming towards him at a fast rate. He glanced at the serving wench.
"So, Polly was in here, talking with a few of the other whores?"
The woman nodded, "Then, she left."
"About what time?"
"I'm not sure. The last time I saw her was around 10, but she could have left anytime between then and 1."
That didn't give him much help, he turned looking back at the dark alley.
"Did anyone see her leave with someone?"
"No, not to my knowledge. Ususally girls talk to customers alone," he wrote that down as well.
"Ok, thank you very much."
She went back inside, as Waters looked over what was the crime scene. Polly's dead eyes followed him as he stepped closer, her mouth open in a silent scream. He kneeled down, looking at her dishevelled corpse.
He also saw the marks left on the ground. He looked up, seeing she had been dragged. That was interesting as well. He wrote it down, along with a small sketch of the alley's and where she had been dragged. He looked over the cuts, not too deep. If he didn't know any better, Waters would have sworn the Ripper wanted to prolong her death. This was, however, his first time viewing a Ripper crime scene. Every detail seemed important.
He lifted up her skirt, looking at her opening. Something about this made him queasy. He wasn't sure if he should be doing this, but he had to be thorough. An important detail would be finding out if she was raped after death or not.
Putting on a glove her seperated her outer lips carefully. Nothing came out but a foul stench. The Ripper had left her clean, at least to that extent. He didn't exactly know that much about female anatomy to know much else.
Typical slashings, across the stomach and neck. He saw small bruising around the face. They looked like finger marks on her face. It would seem as if the Ripper was holding her mouth shut so she didn't scream. Something about that made him even more queasy than before.
Stepping across from the trash he vomited behind a barrel, sending his early morning lunch into the London sewage system (was the sewage system up in 1888? I do need to brush up on london lineage)
Making a last remark on the bruising of the face Waters left the scene. He got a few more statements, from some of the last people who had seen Polly. One of them said she had stepped outside around midnight. That was important information. However, not important enough.
Shaking his head, he stuck the notes into his back pocket. He needed to do a few more rounds before filing in everything at Scotland Yard. For some reason, he knew today was going to be a long day.
"So, Polly was in here, talking with a few of the other whores?"
The woman nodded, "Then, she left."
"About what time?"
"I'm not sure. The last time I saw her was around 10, but she could have left anytime between then and 1."
That didn't give him much help, he turned looking back at the dark alley.
"Did anyone see her leave with someone?"
"No, not to my knowledge. Ususally girls talk to customers alone," he wrote that down as well.
"Ok, thank you very much."
She went back inside, as Waters looked over what was the crime scene. Polly's dead eyes followed him as he stepped closer, her mouth open in a silent scream. He kneeled down, looking at her dishevelled corpse.
He also saw the marks left on the ground. He looked up, seeing she had been dragged. That was interesting as well. He wrote it down, along with a small sketch of the alley's and where she had been dragged. He looked over the cuts, not too deep. If he didn't know any better, Waters would have sworn the Ripper wanted to prolong her death. This was, however, his first time viewing a Ripper crime scene. Every detail seemed important.
He lifted up her skirt, looking at her opening. Something about this made him queasy. He wasn't sure if he should be doing this, but he had to be thorough. An important detail would be finding out if she was raped after death or not.
Putting on a glove her seperated her outer lips carefully. Nothing came out but a foul stench. The Ripper had left her clean, at least to that extent. He didn't exactly know that much about female anatomy to know much else.
Typical slashings, across the stomach and neck. He saw small bruising around the face. They looked like finger marks on her face. It would seem as if the Ripper was holding her mouth shut so she didn't scream. Something about that made him even more queasy than before.
Stepping across from the trash he vomited behind a barrel, sending his early morning lunch into the London sewage system (was the sewage system up in 1888? I do need to brush up on london lineage)
Making a last remark on the bruising of the face Waters left the scene. He got a few more statements, from some of the last people who had seen Polly. One of them said she had stepped outside around midnight. That was important information. However, not important enough.
Shaking his head, he stuck the notes into his back pocket. He needed to do a few more rounds before filing in everything at Scotland Yard. For some reason, he knew today was going to be a long day.
