Author's e-books - Jack the Ripper. Page - 1
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
In the late 1880βs Jack the Ripperβs murderous killing frenzy stopped. No one knew why, who he was, where he came from or where he went. In 2008 journalist and crime historian, John Reynolds, receives a call informing him a body has been found on Whitechapel Common. For John, the killerβs signature is unmistakable and as he expected the body count quickly grows with each slaying more brutal, gruesome and sadistic than the last. John knows his eccentric theories are ridiculed but to stop the
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
In the late 1880βs Jack the Ripperβs murderous killing frenzy stopped. No one knew why, who he was, where he came from or where he went. In 2008 journalist and crime historian, John Reynolds, receives a call informing him a body has been found on Whitechapel Common. For John, the killerβs signature is unmistakable and as he expected the body count quickly grows with each slaying more brutal, gruesome and sadistic than the last. John knows his eccentric theories are ridiculed but to stop the