<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Many considered Jack the Ripper to be one of the biggest murder mysteries in the world. However, he wasn't just a murder mystery. He was one of the biggest mysteries in the world, period. Unlike the Seven wonders of the world, which many claim to be a mystery, the Jack the Ripper case would never be solved. You can figure out who built the pyramids or the great wall of China. You can't find a murderer who's case is just as dead as he is. Yes, Jack was a shrouded orb of confusion and panic, and Gale could see that he still is, based on the public's reaction to the released and supposed Jack the Ripper notes. Of course this person wasn't the original, just a mere spoof, but it was no less intriguing the the investigator. It brought up lots of questions in which he wished to be answered. <br/><br/>Was this Jack the Ripper similar to the original Jack in the way that he kills or who he kills? Was this man a alleged doctor as well? What was the purpose of this game he was playing? Why him specifically? Why would he send the message to the media as well? Gale had his theories about each, of course, but with so little information to start off with, they had their holes. And he intended to fill them. <br/><br/>Since he had been given the letter, Mr. McCenry had started to gather information he needed which was not limited to the last few murder cases they had unsolved, cases of previous Jack the Ripper impersonators, and articles on Jack the Ripper himself. He wasn't able to access the original files, however, for they weren't even in the same county and it would take some time to get through the archives. Time he didn't wish to spend right this second. <br/><br/>He had spent most of the previous night looking through the files he had, his tidy desk now a mess with papers spread across it like a garbage dump. It wasn't uncommon, however. Gale's desk was often a mess when on a case. He marked possible connections with pen so he could keep them in mind when out on the next case. Impersonators either tried their best to be as much alike the person as possible, or they just use the alias and aren't actually like them at all. They just like the concept of the person. It was just a matter of finding out which one this one was and then going from there. <br/><br/>However, Gale wasn't researching at this point because he was currently asleep on the couch in his office. At least he was until someone came in the room. He heard the footsteps walk in and go by his desk. He didn't open his eyes however. After a few seconds of the person standing there, Gale finally mumbled,"What do you want Jared?" He still didn't move. <br/><br/>The man in the room blinked for a few seconds at the man and scoffed,"How can you be asleep at a time like this? Someone is about to be murdered and you're just laying there."<br/><br/>"It's simple." Gale replied blandly. "I just close my eyes." He adjusted his head slightly on the arm of the couch, crossing his arms on his stomach. " And in case you didn't know, there's nothing we can really do about the next murder so all we can do is wait."<br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The other investigator leaned on Gale's desk. "So you're waiting then?"<br/><br/>"Yep." Jared rolled his eyes. The room was dead silent for several long seconds while Jared tried to think of something to say. But words failed him as they often did and he simply shook his head, standing up and walking out. He mumbled something about killing and sleep, but Gale knew what he meant and smiled, keeping his eyes closed. Jared always threatened to kill him while he slept. It was like his motto or something, but everyone knew that Jared would never do such a thing. Not even to the pain in the ass that was Mr. Gale McCenry. <br/><br/>Gale thought about getting up at that point. It was likely the murder had already been committed by now given the time. But Gale thought better and simply rolled over. He was able to lay in silence for a few solid minutes, but sleep wasn't to be. After those minutes of rest ticked away, a woman had rushed through the building. Panting frantically would be Gale's guess. She ran up the stairs and ran through the investigator's office until finally she practically burst through Gale's door. The loud bang caused the man to jolt and pull his head too look behind him at the upside down woman. <br/><br/>She went on to say that there was another murder and he needed to go to the scene and blah blah blah, usual stuff. Haven't these people heard of a cellphone? A phone call would suffice for that sort of a thing, but he supposed if they felt more comfortable with him having an escort then fine. He'll take what was given to him he supposed. The blonde inhaled deeply before rolling off the couch onto the ground where he pushed himself up to stand. He was already fully prepared to go, even wearing his tan trench coat and carrying his badge and gun. He was out the door in mere seconds. "Well let's not waste his time then." Gale smiled. <br/><br/>The ride there wasn't entirely long, it was actually shorter than what Gale had expected, but he set the thoughts aside as he exited the taxi and entered the crime. He didn't ask for an overview, though someone started to explain anyway. They went off on who the woman was, when she went missing, things like that, but Gale didn't really respond to such. Not verbally anyway.<br/><br/>While the overview was being recited, Gale looked at the scenes, eyes scanning the woman, the police and other investigators, and the wall covered in blood. Although he read the supposed hint, the man went to the woman first. The obvious lacerations were, of course, obvious. Gouged eyes, cut pretty but everywhere, body a deep shape of purple from bruising. Obviously wasn't a very picky impersonator. The smile, or gash, on the neck wasn't a whole lot like the Ripper cases and the only resemblance the rest of the slashes and bruises had to Jack the Ripper was that it was vaguely, and he meant vaguely, similar to the murder of Catherine Eddowes, which was Jack's most mutilated victim. But Gale was sure that this wouldn't be the last murder before they caught the man so he'll know for sure if he's simply using the same name or not with the later comings.</span></span></span></td></tr></table><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">But of course, now that wasn't really important, for the clue was bigger than what Gale had predicted. Gale's examination of the woman was short, if not brief, and once done, he went over to the blood written letters and read it over again. The name was vaguely familiar, but the case was long before he joined the force. But he did remember it, though details were iffy. Father and mother murdered at their house. based off of the clue, their child not home. How peculiar. That was such a long time ago. Gale glanced over his shoulder at the woman again, murmuring to himself. "Some build up." <br/><br/>Jared, who was also notified and sent to the scene, perked his head and glared,"What?"<br/><br/>"Nothing." Gale put his hands on hips, still looking at the words. <br/><br/>"You know, sometimes I get confused about what side you're on. You solve crimes, but you act as if these murders are just games and you don't bother to look at the evidence." Jared was writing notes in his note book at the time, and as he spoke, his writing became jagged and angry and the lines darker. At least until he broke his pencil.<br/><br/>The blonde only chuckled at Jared's outburst, however, and turned to him and shrugged. "Fine, if you want evidence, go get some blood samples from what's her face and examine the lacerations. You can define the probably murder weapon that way giving us something to look for seeing as the weapon isn't here. You should search for footprints in here and outside to see if we can identify the type of shoes he wore and his shoe size, gate, stride, etcetera. You should also take samples from the writing on the wall and look for partial fingers prints just in case he wasn't wearing gloves, though he probably was. There's also soot on the ground, that means he burned something, probably clothes which had DNA on it, so you can search trashcans, dumpsters, things like that for it, but let me ask you something." Gale paused to lick his lips and take a few steps toward Jared. Jared starred with rather wide eyes as he did so. "What do you think finding all of that evidence is for?"<br/><br/>Jared hesitated to answer but stated bluntly,"To find a suspect and connect them to the case." <br/><br/>"Yes, very good. But lets say we do find something here. Say a fingerprint, or maybe even some DNA of some sort. Let us also say we ran them through IAFIS or NDNAD or something along those lines. I'm going to tell you now that they aren't going to come up with anything. That is because those programs only hold criminals we know and have recorded because we obviously don't go around fingerprinting everyone in London. This killer is new, or at least smart enough not to leave much evidence in the ways of identification, so that evidence would be of no use to us." <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">"Then what do you want us to do?" Jared scoffed. <br/><br/>Gale starred at Jared for a long time. It was extremely subtle, but gradually, Gale's blank expression turned to that of frustration, and all the while Jared slowly starting to back away. Eventually, after what felt like minutes, Gale broke the stare and turned back, walking over to the wall. He took a deep breath, and presenting an abnormally large smile, he jumped and spun around, hands outstretched in an eccentric presentation of the blood letters. "Tah daaaaaah!" The investigator sang with his baritone voice. Jared crossed his arms angrily. "Can you see it yeeeeeet?" Gale continued to sing, shaking his hands in a jazzy manner. "It's just screamiiiiiiing bring me the Burn's case filessssss!" At that moment, the blonde straightened himself out and stopped singing, raising eyebrow curiously at Jared who still looked upset. <br/><br/>"So you want us to just scrap all the evidence here?" <br/><br/>"Hell no, what are you a fucking moron?" Gale spat. "If we find him we'll need that no duh. What I want is for you to understand that this is the clue that the murderer gave and we should probably use it." <br/><br/>"How do we know it won't lead us in the wrong direction?" <br/><br/>"We don't, but I'm sure it won't."<br/><br/>"How do you know?"<br/><br/>Gale smiled genuinely this time. "Because serial killers want to be caught." The man relished in Jared's confused expression, but didn't speak about it further. Instead, he started to walk over to the woman again. <br/><br/>"So we go get the Burns Files then?" <br/><br/>"Unless you have any better ideas." Gale shrugged, kneeling in front of the victim. Jared rolled his eyes and headed out to retrieve the files, but it was obvious that Gale wanted to stick around some more.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>