Charlotte leaned against the wall as the young punter buttoned his trousers. He had been quick, as she expected, which left her time to find a paying client or two before the night was out.

Not that she should be working tonight. It was a week since Mary Jane Kelly's body had been found, and word was getting around that the Ripper hunted on weekends.

This made his fifth victim, if the newspapers and police were to be believed. With five, she'd be able to do something, hence this quick tryst with a clerk from the constable's office.

Charlotte gave the young man--Tommy, that was his name--a smile. "Now then, you remember your promise, don't you, love?"

"Bring the files to the Ten Bells, and you'll buy me a glass of gin."

"Good lad....

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