33 29th September
They’d tried their best, he was sure of that. But he was even more sure that there was no way they were going to stop him doing what he’d always intended to do. Because, after all, he was one step ahead. He had been all along.
Why did they think he’d sent the letter to that fat b***h journalist? Because it was pretty f*****g clear they didn’t have two brain cells to rub between them and work out the link between him and the Ripper. He’d given it to them on a plate and they’d taken it hook, line and sinker.
He knew exactly what they’d be looking for. He knew because he’d practically told them to do it. He’d been careful from the start, sticking to his plan but ensuring that they’d never be able to pre-empt him. That was his job. The story needed to be finished. The cano
