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Andrew went back to the archive library, handed back the papers he had taken out and asked for the local editions covering the same dates. He scanned through them, then, when he had almost gone through every paper, he found what he was looking for. The story was only small but Andrew had a gut feeling that it was probably the biggest story the âŠâŠ had ever printed. They just never knew it.
Andrew went over to the library desk and asked for an electronic copy of one specific paper to be e-Mailed to him. He now had a name to work with. The adrenalin was pounding through his veins. His theory did not yet have any proof, but he felt sure he would find it.
Back at his desk Andrew logged in the papers high speed web servers. He called up Google and did a keyword search for the name he had. Google returned thirty five hits. That was more than he expected. He clicked on the blue coloured links and without bothering to read the results clicked on the printer icon. The high tech. electronic pages now became good old fashioned paper or hard copies. Andrew would never admit this to just anyone but he far preferred the feel of paper in his hand when he was reading. Electronic copies from the âpaperless officeâ were all well and good but there was something tangible, more believable about holding a piece of paper with words written on it than reading the same words off a TFT monitor.
Andrew knew he was starting to get somewhere, but he still had further to go. Back on the Google home page he widened his search parameters to include anything related to the name he had found. In microseconds Googleâs massive computer power presented the results of his search onto his screen. One result stood out so much that a two hundred foot high flashing neon sign would have made less of an impact on his senses. He knew this was the missing piece of the jig-saw and he knew it because the source and content were impeccable. The story was about PC Thompson, the constable who found the Rippers last victim.
Andrew read the story, hardly daring to breath. It turned out that PC Thompson was not alone the night he discovered the body. Another constable was with him, PC Ian James. He had not been mentioned previously. When the two constables first realised there was a body on the ground there was a figure standing over it. The constables, who were officially off duty, shouted and ran towards the body, the figure ran off. PC Thompson stayed with Francis Coles but was unable to do anything except comfort her in the last few moments of her life. PC James did not stay; he chased the figure through the streets and back alleys of Whitechapel. When he finally caught the figure, it was too late to make any difference. The person he had been chasing was also dead, killed in what the papers reported as âa tragic accidentâ.
That there had been a terrible mistake made that night was clear for all to see. The mistake resulted in the death of someone considered to be very special, someone kind, hardworking and irreplaceable. That this person could ever have been thought of as the Ripper, even for a split second, was laughable, and as a result no further investigations were made.
Now Andrew was certain, he had more than enough circumstantial evidence to support his theory. He now knew with one hundred percent certainty who Jack the Ripper was. This revelation would blow the whole Jack the Ripper industry wide open. No one, at any time had even been close to identifying the Ripper, yet the evidence was there all along. It was never hidden. All anyone had to do was look for it. All they had to do was put aside their preconceived ideas, theories and notions about mass murderers and, to use a modern buzz phrase âthink outside the boxâ, if they had, the case would have been solved while the killer was still alive.
âJust wait till John sees this,â thought Andrew. He then went over to his Apple Mac and started to write.
* * * *
Peter walked into the DNA testing area of his lab. It is here that hundreds of DNA samples a week are tested by the school. He gave the samples to twenty two year old Carla Charlton, a final year Bio chemist and one of the brightest students currently studying at the school. The faculty have high hopes for Carla and providing her final exam results turn out to be what they predict then she will immediately be offered the opportunity to study for her PhD in Bio chemistry.
For someone of Carlaâs capability the test was straight forward. Once she had the results they were logged, along with the DNA chemical profile in the national database.
Within seconds of the profile being added a âred flag alertâ was flashing on a computer screen in the Homeland Security Section of GCHQ in Cheltenham. The alert was immediately passed on to the shift supervisor who was able to trace the data source back to the computer terminal Carla had used to log her results.
Within five minutes of the alert a team of five people were locked in a secure room at HSS, there was only one item on the agenda. Why was that particular DNA profile tested, by whom and why? Eight minutes after the start of the meeting the team had decided to authorise an immediate âClass A1Aâ response. The operation was given the code name âWooltonâ.
HSS agents, based in Liverpool, were contacted and given their orders verbally. Their ârules of engagementâ arrived by secure fax less than sixty seconds later.
Three minutes after the agents were given the orders Peter Livingstone received a telephone call. It was answered by Shareena who immediately paged Peter.
âYes Shareena?â
âI have a call on line five for you Dr. Livingstone. The caller would not give his name but...â
Peter interrupted, âItâs OK Shareena, Iâll take it in my office.â
The school did not have a âline fiveâ; it was a code word for âExtreme Importanceâ. Peter had no idea what could have activated the code as he picked up the extension in his office. When he put the phone down a minute and a half later he wished that was still the case.
* * * *
John has taken Peterâs advice and spent a very pleasant couple of hours walking around the Albert Dock complex. Once derelict warehousing, now transformed into an upmarket shopping area with an excellent selection of wine bars and restaurants.
The weather was perfect for walking around the dock, clear skies and sunshine but with a crisp bite of wind blowing in from the Welsh mountains. John should have been enjoying his afternoon but his mind was elsewhere. For John time seemed to be going backwards, he had lost count how many times he had checked his watch. In the end he decided to go back anyway. âMay as well wait there as here,â he thought.
John arrived back at the school. He entered the reception and walked up to Shareena who was busy sorting the outgoing post. âHello Mr. Reynolds, did you enjoy your afternoon?â
âYes thank you Shareena, very nice. Itâs a great day for walking, and please John, call meâ
âOK John, Iâll let Dr. Livingstone know youâre here.â
Shareena let Peter know that John was in reception, he came straight out.
âJohn, letâs go through to my office, itâs a bit quieter there.â
John followed Peter back to his office; Peter closed the door behind them.
âAny news?â asked John.
âI have,â said Peter, âIâd best give you these back before I forget them.â Peter handed the cooler box back to John. âNo doubt, Pat will want these back?â
âAny news?â asked John a second time.
âDo you really want to know?â asked Peter, âI can tell you, the answer is in this envelope.â
âI have to know Peter,â replied John, âIâm sorry about before. I just canât say why right now, but yes, I do need to know. Please, trust me.â
âHave you ever thought John that sometimes it is better not to know something? You must have a compelling reason to know if the samples match. Are the results really that important to you?â
John was not getting good vibes from Peter. He could not put his finger on exactly what the problem was but the atmosphere had definitely cooled.
âIâm checking out a theory for an article Iâm putting together for the paper. These results are critical. If they confirm to be true what I think is true then at least Iâll know Iâm not cracking up. I have no idea what the next step will be, Iâll worry about that after Iâve met with Pat when I get back to London. Without the results there wonât be an article. If they donât match there wonât be an article.â
âSo Pat really is involved in this, whatever, youâre investigating?â It was more a statement from Peter than a question.
âPatâs an expert in his field. I needed someone with his level of knowledge and expertise to check something for me. He believes the samples will be a match.â
âAnd you John, what do you expect the results to be?â
âPat confirmed my own thoughts so I also expect the samples will be a match.â
Peter picked up the envelope containing the results. He handed it over to John. He held it and hesitated. âDo you know the results Peter?â
âJust now John only two people know the results, Carla who did the test and me.â
âI have to know.â John replied. He tore open the envelope, took out the results and with trembling hands read them. John looked at Peter. âItâs a match,â he said, almost whispering. âThey match.â
John put the results on the desk and said nothing. He felt numb. The two men sat in absolute silence. Peter was the first to speak, âDoes the match solve your mystery?â
John was still quiet for a while longer. âThese results are not the end of something Peter, they are the beginning. How can you have an answer to something and yet have the answer to nothing? These results are accurate?â
âThey have been checked twice John. Accuracy is 99.99, add in as many other nines as you want, %. We always have to leave the possibility of a mismatch open but we also know there isnât one.â
âJohn, Iâm not digging but, is this paternity thing?â
âYou think, I .., No, itâs not paternity.â
âI just thought, well you know. John,â
âItâs OK, I understand, if Iâm any further forward when you come down then weâll have a talk. Could probably do with your help anyway to try and understand a few things.â
âSorry to rush off like this John but while you were out we had a call from a major client. Everythingâs wanted yesterday. Iâll give you a call about coming down but, with whatâs come up, it may be in a couple of weeks.â
The two hugged. âDonât leave it too long,â
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