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Wendy’s head was filled with a mixture of impending doom and sheer excitement as she leaned over the shoulder of DC Debbie Weston, with Culverhouse and Suzanne Corrigan crowding round the table in the incident room.
‘How closely does it match up?’ Wendy asked Debbie, who was thumbing through a large hardback copy of the Jack the Ripper book she’d been reading.
‘Large chunks of it are word for word. Some bits are missing completely, but with good reason. The context of the original wouldn’t mean anything in this case. Call it a modern day version, if you will. But there’s no mistaking that whoever wrote this is referring to the original. Most of it is identical, even down to the spelling and grammar errors.’
Wendy glanced down at the letter Suzanne Corrigan had received that morning
