Jack the Ripper

Chapter Three - The Lady Talks

Knowing what our next course of action is, we wasted no more time and made our way to the mansion. 'If we are to have any sort of advantage against Jack, this is the way to go about it.' I thought to myself. Lady Owers will be no more after today, just another target to eliminate as part to achieve our end goal.

It wasn't long before we made it to the mansion. As we neared a large terrace built into the mountain that overlooked the manor, we happened to overhear a guard, and a frightened one by the looks of it. His body was on high alert as his eyes were looking all over the place, the look of paranoia could be seen in his eyes.

"Go away!" He yelled out of nowhere, to which I couldn't help but chuckle at, to no one in particular.

"Poor thing. Probably got spooked by nothing more than a shadow." I couldn't help but say out loud, causing a smile of sorts to appear on Evie's face. The cry of the guard caused another guard to come by and calm his companion down, reassuring him that no one is there, after looking around and seeing nothing, specifically not seeing us. While they were chatting with one another, Evie and I left our spots and made our way to a vantage point, where we spotted a gravedigger who seemed to be busy at work.

"Bury her in the garden' he says, like a dog'd bury a bone...it ain't right, I tell ya. What if I'm next...?" The gravedigger muttered to himself. Leaving the gravedigger to his business, though I'm, positively sure that he will have another body to bury by the end of the night, we then spotted some men conversing with one another in a cottage separate from the manor.

"We're expecting Miss Frye, and Mrs. (Name) too..." One of the men, who looked to be a butler of sorts, begins to say. 'Oh, would you look at that, they're expecting us. We were totally not expecting that.' I said as I rolled my eyes at the obvious fact that they would have been warned of our arrival. "Alert the men and be discreet about it--we're still running a business here." Discreet, the man said as if we had not just heard what he said. Nothing more was said as he walked away from the scene. While the butler had moved on, so did Evie and I. We walked closer to the manor and looked inside, seeing Lady Owers husband, Thomas Owers, speaking to a pair of prostitutes.

"Come drain my wine with honeyed lips...and I shall tell you a tale of unrequited love from the Orient..." We overheard him say to one of the girls, to which I couldn't help but be disgusted by his words.

"Ugh, even Jacob comes up with better words than that, and he isn't the most romantic person in the world." I couldn't help but say, though my heart ached at the thought of him.

"We will get him back, do not worry about that, (Name)."

"I wonder what Mr. Owers' wife say if she saw him with those women?"

"I think we are about to find out." Both Evie and I remained out of sight and within the shadows. It is not yet time to make our presence known, not until we come up with a plan to bring the eyes and ears of London down.

"You!" She begins to say as she scolds one of the girls. "Get back to our guests! If Miss Frye or Mrs. (Name) doesn't slit our throats--the Ripper surely will."

"Now that's not a bad idea." I said with a slight grin on my face.

"(Name), I swear my brother has been rubbing off on you, and not in the best way." Evie said as she shook her head side to side.

"And yet I don't hear you disagree nor deny my statement, dear sister. Are we not here to dispose of Lady Owers?"

"Let's just get on with it." I couldn't help but smirk in victory, knowing that I was right. With that out of the way, we then overlooked the mansion's grounds and spotted a couple more guards, who looked to be having a conversation with one another.