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At first, after the Chap, people lived in terror The streets of Whitechapel were deserted in the late-night hours

Then the days began to pass, and despite the fact that the outcry reilante coain They had to survive

Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde was showing in London; Peter took Laura and Megan to see the play, and they enjoyed the fine acting Yet, after the play, Peter discovered that even the actors-- due to the nature of the play-- had been interviewed by the police, and that seean No word of Peter’s fears had ever been whispered to Laura, but she was a loving and devoted ho saw his depression She thought he orking too hard, and she encouraged hily rerew restless He had to continue his work

Megan would not think of allowing hian to breathe more easily The murderer had moved on elsewhere, many believed She knew that Peter was innocent, and on a more personal note, she was relieved to assureener pastures to haunt and had opted to leave her alone

Then the killer struck again

Twice, in the early one out to seek a cab, only to disappear

They had been attending a sick child at the home of Melville and Ana Charlton; she was a laundress, he a carman They and their four children lived in the botto off Providence Street Peter went out, and did not return

Megan chatted reassuringly with Ana, who rocked her sick baby, then, as the tily nervous Peter did not come back for her to tell her that their hansom had arrived, and at last, she excused herself to Ana and went out in search of hiround The laht "Peter!" she shrieked his naan to look alike Narrow here, wide there, dark shadows that seemed to live and breathe with lives all their own haunted every nook and cranny " Peter!" she cried again, and began to run And run It seeht, fro Berner Street, she first heard the cry of "Murder!" And slowing her gait, she drew her cloak about her and came closer and closer until she heard the awk as the police stood guard over the body

"Another one!" cried a raggedly dressed wo his head

"Slain!" said the young woman at his side

"Throat slit!" clucked an old man

"Still warm, poor creature, when they found her!" whispered the elderly woman at his side

"A monster, surely, for she wasthe area!" said the car isn’t butchered at least!" murmured the old woman

The old man stared down at her "Like as not, he didn ‘t have ti down the street, she worried desperately about Peter, wondering at her own sanity Could he be right? Could he be doing these terrible things?

No, she told herself, no! She knew Peter She had coood

But where was he?

CHAPTER 11

There was a rustling sound Sean awoke instantly He slept with his 38 special on the night stand, within split-second reach, and he had always prided himself on his ability to awaken in a flash

Lately he hadn’t been doing so good on the "flash" part He was sleeping hto see the old voodoo wo fro to warn his anato, and they needed to get going But Maggie was beautiful, and the mind cannot always rule the body

She left the bed, unaware that he watched her, and she stretched, arching her back, and he was reant Lladro statuette He pulled down on the sheets No good They continued to tent

She turned and caught his eyes, set coffee on"

"I used to wake at the drop of a pin I’ old"

"Oh, co chicken"

"Honey, I’d be one tough spring chicken," he assured her

Then he saw that her gold-tinted hazel eyes fell along the sheet, and she sain "Well, you look wide awake"

He grinned back "You just see, ‘Rise and shine, boys’ " Maggie laughed He kept watching her, his eyes grave "Of course, it is , and ti"

"I do have to get to work, and--"

"We both want to go by to see Callie Not to e of the most bizarre homicide mystery to hit New Orleans in decades Still "