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The afternoon was wretchedly long. Maggie did hang around, meeting a lot of the cops who were in the station, chatting, laughing with them softly as he worked-making him more and more distracted. Paperwork. He hated it-it had to be right. He wanted charges brought against Rutger, and he wanted them to stick.

The young blonde's name was Callie Sewell. She was twenty; she'd run away from an abusive father to an abusive lover. Patterns were hard to break. She needed help-and self- esteem. Somehow, it seemed that Maggie had given her the latter.

She was in the hospital now. The gash on her hand had been severe enough for her to lose a lot of blood. Between that and her fragile physical condition, they'd determined to keep her overnight.

Dr. Larson Petrie had been the man to see the blonde. Sean knew Larson, and that he did his best to get around rules and regulations to help people. He was probably keeping Callie Sewell to see her through a rough night.

The dead man-Ray Shere-was in the morgue, scheduled for autopsy the following morning. Sean was sure they'd find that he'd been pumped through with drugs as well as alcohol. Something had to explain his walking as far as he had after being shot in the chest.



At four o'clock, Sean was finished with desk work at last. Jack had come in-for moral support, he told Sean, but it seemed to be Maggie he was supporting rather than Sean.

When Sean finished up, Maggie was seated on the edge of Jack's desk, and the two of them had been laughing and chatting away. "Where to, boss?" Jack asked.

Sean arched a brow.

"Ole Mamie's bar?" Jack suggested.

"We were going alone," Sean said.

Maggie grinned. "Naturally, you're invited."

"What the h.e.l.l difference does it make?" Sean muttered. He rubbed his jaw. Five o'clock shadow. Well, h.e.l.l. He felt as if he'd been dragged through the mud. An arm muscle ached and he was beginning to feel the spot in his ribs where he'd hit the pavement when he went down with Ray. "I need a drink. Let's go."

Maggie still looked fresh, bright and beautiful. The concept of being alone with her had been a nice one-even if being alone meant keeping an eye on every customer in Mamie's place.

The h.e.l.l with it. This was better. He could sit back with Maggie and relax. And Jack could do the looking.

Maggie slipped off the desk, setting her hands on his shoulders, brushing his lips with a kiss. She was about to escape. He caught her by the waist.

"As long as I get you alone later."

She tensed slightly.

"I'll have to go home tonight-"

"No."

She stiffened.

"Please. I want you with me tonight." He hesitated. "I need you with me."

He met her eyes. She seemed to be working something out in her mind.

"Maggie ..."

She nodded after a moment. "All right. I'll ... I'll stay tonight."

Maggie was startled by the elegance of Mamie's establishment. It wasn't ostentatious, just quiet and nice. In both the restaurant area and the bar, soft lighting spilled over fine carved light-wood booths, tables, and chairs. Watercolors lined the walls, and several large tropical fish tanks were attractively set around the rooms. The bar was a deeper wood, finely polished. Table settings were spotless, gla.s.ses sparkled, the linen was snowy white.

They were seated in a booth in the bar, Sean taking the rear- so that he could see everyone who came and went, Maggie was certain-even though he had told Jack that Jack was "on" and he was "off."

Maggie was equally amazed when she met Mamie, who was as elegant as her decor- even though she could slip into street language at the drop of a hat. But Mamie seemed decent and down to earth-not at all like she had expected a female pimp to be.

And the wine list was incredibly extensive. She ordered a 1976 California burgundy which was excellent. Sean ordered a beer and Jack did the same.

Sean drank half the beer on his first swallow, and eased back in the booth somewhat.

Maggie couldn't help studying his face. He was tired; sore. He looked worn, and yet even the weariness seemed to add to his character, and she was frightened by the force of the emotions that pulsed through her. He hadn't hesitated. When there was trouble, he instinctively ran into the fray. He hadn't been stupid, he'd done his d.a.m.ned best not to kill.

And when the drunken perp had a.s.saulted him, he'd fought back with strength and determination. And Ray had fallen.

She bit lightly into her lower lip, staring down into her wine.

Ray had fallen. Dead. But not until after he had come after Sean while surely almost half dead.

She shook.

She looked back to Sean, alarmed to feel tears of grat.i.tude welling in her eyes. Jack excused himself for a trip to the men's room.

Sean's fingers closed over hers. He smiled. A rueful, tired, half-smile.

"What are you thinking?"

"I ... I was thinking that it's amazing that Mamie is a woman who sells human flesh," she said. It was only a lie in that it wasn't her present thought.

Sean shrugged. "Mamie isn't evil in what she's doing," he murmured. He lifted his hands, then drew a finger around the rim of his beer gla.s.s. "Mamie doesn't make arrangements for anyone to do anything he or she isn't about to do already. She takes a very small commission from women who would be walking the street one way or another."

Maggie arched a brow to him, curiously amused. "You're a cop condoning prost.i.tution?"

"I'm a cop aware that he can't stop prost.i.tution-Jesus himself wasn't quite able to manage that feat. Remember, we're talking about the oldest profession. In a city like New Orleans- where we do have some of the wildest s.e.x clubs in the nation- the best I can hope to do is keep it down at its seediest."

"But shouldn't you be arresting Mamie?"

"I already arrested Mamie-I needed her to talk."

"Ah ... the lesser of two evils."

"I think Mamie is definitely the lesser of two evils-when you consider this murderer."

Maggie nodded. Oh, yes. Definitely.

"Well, Mamie also carries excellent wine. Would you order me another gla.s.s? I'm off to powder my nose," she said.

Sean's mouth curled into a wry smile and he lifted his hands as if in defeat. "Here I am, the hard-working and worn-out cop-deserted by my friend and lover alike."

"I will be right back," she a.s.sured him, then frowned. "Jack has been gone a while."

"He's probably calling in to see what's going on. The guy with the rotten teeth today- skinny old Rutger-was squawking away about his lawyer coming in. I want to make sure we've got him locked up for at least one night."

"The girl-Callie-is in the hospital?"

Sean nodded gravely. "I'd like to figure out somewhere to whisk her away to before Rutger hits the streets-and her- again."

"Can't you get a restraining order?"

"The chief is working on it."

"Good. I'm glad. Poor kid."

"We'll see if we can't get her a break somewhere," he said lightly, and offered her a s.e.xy smile. "Hurry back. We supposedly have a great appetizer tray on the way."

Maggie felt a compelling warmth sweeping through her as he smiled. He had a great smile. His dimples showed, his eyes became blue fire. The rugged lines of his face softened, making him both very handsome and very masculine. She moistened her lips, tempted to pause and just whisper the words ...

She was falling in love with him. She didn't want to do so, of course, but still ...

He was Sean.

She turned quickly, and headed for the ladies' room.

Yet along the way, she paused and scrutinized the clientele in Mamie's herself. Each and every face.

She checked her watch, and nervously wondered just how late Sean intended to stay.

The evening seemed to be pa.s.sing far too quickly.

Dusk had come and gone ...

And there was a full moon rising.

London Late Summer, 1888

Murder wasn't at all unusual in the East End.

Fights broke out in bars.

Husbands beat their wives.

Drunks came at one another with knives and broken bottles.

Still, even in the East End, there was usually motive for murder.

Robbery. Hate, jealousy, pa.s.sion.

Wh.o.r.es sometimes died, abused by their clientele. But by August 1888, London was already prey to a number of strange events.

Several female torsos had been discovered in the Thames.

One East End prost.i.tute died, the victim of a gang rape by three men, terrible damage done to her genitals by a blunt object.

Two women plying their trade had been threatened by men with knives.

Then, in the wee hours of the morning after the Bank Holiday of August 6, 1888, the body of a woman was found in George Yard. She had been savagely stabbed thirty- nine times.

There was no real panic at that point. The murder made the papers; she wasn't identified at first except as a woman of middle age and height, with black hair and a round face- apparently belonging to the lowest cla.s.ses. The newspapers did comment on the way that she had been "butchered," and that a sense of insecurity was being felt. She was soon identified as Martha Tabrum, and since she had last been seen walking the streets with a soldier, soldiers were paraded before possible witnesses, all to no avail.

Peter was deeply disturbed by the murder; he didn't want Megan accompanying him into the East End anymore. She a.s.sured him, trying to be light, that she wouldn't be soliciting soldiers while helping him with his work. She won the argument, but Peter still seemed disturbed.

Then, on August 31, the body of another woman was found. She was identified within twenty-four hours as being Mary Ann or- as she was known to her friends- Polly Nichols. Her throat had been violently slashed, and worse. She had been savagely mutilated. Her throat had been slit so that her head was nearly detached, and her stomach had been ripped open, her intestines exposed.

Police and surgeons argued; newspapers speculated. Most believed that this new murder was different from that of Martha Tabrum, though the victims were equally sad women who had led sad lives, falling to the depths of doss houses, prost.i.tuting for the few coins to buy a bed in a public house, and sometimes-as Polly had done that night- spending bed earnings on liquor several times before actually attempting to buy a bed for a night.

Peter was again worried about Megan accompanying him on his rounds into the dark underbelly of the East End. "There is such wretched horror there!" he insisted. Megan again insisted that she would be fine; she was a.s.sisting a doctor, not prost.i.tuting. Laura argued with her husband; Megan insisted that Peter himself could be in danger, and Laura quit arguing with her-maybe there was safety in two of them working together.

Peter worked the doss houses, warning the women away from prost.i.tution. Working among the women, Megan began to find the murders all the more tragic. The dirty, mist laden streets of the East End had created some fast friendships and she learned about the murder victims. Once upon a time, Polly had been respectably married. She had borne five children. Her marriage had failed. Some blamed the breakup on the nurse who had lived in her house during her last confinement; her husband blamed it on her penchant for drink, and claimed that she had deserted him several times. Polly had wandered, living at workhouses, returning home to her father for a spell, moving on to more workhouses and doss houses. Not long before her death, she had taken work as a domestic servant, and she had tried to make contact with her family again, writing to her father that she was employed and doing well. On the night she died, Polly had been pathetically proud of her new black bonnet. She had been cheerful despite her alcoholism and the sad state of her life, and those friends she had made on the streets had been very fond of her.

From the very beginning, there was an argument as to whether the same killer had done in both Martha and Polly. They were both middle-aged women, sad to extreme, with broken marriages and problems with alcohol. They were poor, pathetic creatures, who prost.i.tuted on the streets.

With Polly's death, political upheaval began, people riding hard on the police, and the politics of the Home Office coming hard under attack as well. The respectable citizens of Victorian England began to scream that something must be done, and the lives of many who had been like dust swept under a carpet were suddenly exposed.

Megan was pa.s.sionate about her work with Peter. There were so many children who needed help, so many women who might be turned to a better life with just a little nudge. The killer made it all the more important that they not desert a people who needed all the charity that they could get.

On Sat.u.r.day, September 8, the body of Annie Chapman was found.

Dark Annie. Poor Annie. Megan learned from her contemporaries, sitting with the huddling women in a public house one morning, that Annie was perhaps the most pathetic victim so far. She'd married a coachman named John Chapman, and borne three children. Her son was born a cripple. Her precious Emily Ruth died of meningitis at the age of twelve. Her second daughter was with a traveling troupe or circus in France, and her boy was taken into the care of a charitable school. Her marriage became frayed, and snapped. Her husband gave her a small allowance, then died.

Despite the breakup and her arrangements with other men, she was shattered by the news, and was left dest.i.tute.

Making her way in the East End.

Until she met her killer.

The papers talked of a man named "Leather Ap.r.o.n," a slipper maker who bullied prost.i.tutes with a knife. Leather Ap.r.o.n could not be found.

Peter grew morose. And coming home with him in the very early morning hours, Megan found out why. "Have you noticed that you haven't seen me when these vicious crimes have taken place?" he demanded.

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