Chapter Thirty-Two
VICTOR LEANED AGAINST THE cold stone wall of 13 Millers Court. It had been nearly six weeks since the double murders, since he’d begun waiting for this moment. He watched from the shadows as Marie, Mary, stumbled back to her lodgings. He hadn’t seen her since that night in the pub. He could not bring himself to, but tonight that was his job.
He stayed in the darkness as she leaned against her front door and fumbled to open it. He stayed in the darkness as Charles Graham joined her. And he stayed in the darkness as the Ripper butchered her, mere feet away from where he stood.
He could hear the sound of the knife, the sound of her flesh rending under it, the sound of Graham’s effort as he worked. Worse than all the previous combined, what he would do, what he was doing, to Mary Kelly, was beyond comprehension. Victor told himself it did not matter. Once dead, what did it matter what happened? But it did matter. It mattered to him very much.
Silently, Victor waited outside, able to see through the broad slats of the shuttered window. He thanked God he couldn’t see in clearly, that all he could see was Graham as he moved around the room, committing his atrocity.
Victor did what he was there to do. What only a man like him could do. He watched Mary Kelly die.
And when it was over, when Graham was finished, he strode out of the building, his hands covered with blood, and looked right into Victor’s eyes. He knew he was safe from him. He knew he lived. He knew he was free.
Victor could have killed him right there. Part of him told him that he should, but he didn’t. History would change and all of this would be for naught. Charles Graham lived. He went back to San Francisco. He was hunted by Katherine Vale. His ending was yet to be written.
Graham wiped his hands on a handkerchief, and smiled at Victor as he walked casually down the street.
In that moment, Victor made a promise that he would write the end for Graham. Somehow, some day, he would find him again and he would kill him. Justice would finally be done. Some day.
THE END
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Other Books in the Out of Time Series
Out of Time: A Time Travel Mystery (Book #1)
When the Wall Fell (Book #2)
Fragments (Book #3)
The Devils' Due (Book #4)
Thursday’s Child (Book #5)
Sands of Time (Book #6)
A Rip in Time (Book #7)
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