Chasing the ripper

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Reads 31
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Parts 1
Time 6m

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It only took a few seconds of looking at the body to tell what I had got myself into. When I had accepted the Jack the Ripper case I thought it would be the average run of the mill murderer, not this.All Rights Reserved

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