Alley nodded as she strolled briskly along the murder scene. As usual, it was a bloody mess. The cuts were animalistic and there was no pattern compared to the other deaths. However, the only concurrence with the killer's MO was the age, gender, and profession of the victim. Even though she was nearly unrecognizable, her clothes, as tattered as they were, resembled the style that most of the local prostitutes wore. And that seemed to be the type of women Jack the Ripper murdered, just like the original.<br/><br/>The detective sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I want this mess cleaned up quickly." She spoke in her usual tert tone. The young woman then made her way around the corner to see whether killer left her. Written in blood along the wall was a symbol. Each crime scene had a different one. Alley pulled out her smartphone and snapped a picture, adding it to the others. Tonight would be another long night of trying to be a step ahead of Jack.<br/><br/>Sent from my HTC Desire 626s using Tapatalk