John The Ripper

Chapter 10- All But A Mystery

He had a feeling.

"Detective James Paul McCartney disappeared on November 8th, 1888 at approximately 3 am"

Everyone gets these awful, itchy feelings..

"With a full town search, McCartney was officially nowhere to be found."

That something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

"A few citizens have also gone missing as well..."

Now here he was,

"Which we have no knowledge about"

Standing in Paul's home,

"The man responsible, based on the many witnesses that McCartney was said to have invited him into the home the night before.."

Listening to this disgusting death note,

"Was very likely to be,"

That basically said, He's fucking gone and there's not a damn thing any of us can do about it.

"Jack The Ripper"

He. Had. A. Feeling.

The many Police officers standing in the living room of Paul McCartney bowed their heads, hands clasped together in a small, silent honor of the great detective.

Instead, Ringo stood in the corner of the room, with his arms crossed, a sour, yet blank look on his face.

His eyes were glassy, nearly on the brink of tears and his fleshy lips pressed into a line.

Martha laid in the floor next to him, head on her paws as he stared up at the man with big, puppy, please-find-my-owner eyes.

Ringo raised a hand and rubbed his face, shaking his head with a grimace.

How had he let this happen?

The policemen shifted solemnly on their feet while more were outside, sticking yellow tape to the doors of the large house that said "Do Not Cross".  Some were in the back, inspecting George's gruesome, hacked body. And others were spread about the house, looking through all of Paul's belongings.

It was an official crime scene.

"The remaining evidence of the scene was the splat of blood on the carpet, which is not exactly identified to be Paul's, the body of George Harrison outside in the field, and the description of Jack The Ripper which laid on McCartney's desk.."

Ringo couldn't listen anymore, he stepped out of the room, passing by a few other men who were reviewing the rest of the house with notepads in their hands.

They shouldn't bother..

Ringo skipped up the stairs, peeking inside the rooms until he found Paul's.

The covers were still thrown aside as if the bed was just used.

He ran his fingers through the soft sheets, stopping when he found a bit of hair laying on the pillow.