Pastor Morgan Williams placed his hat and umbrella on the bench that lined the wall of the police observation room. “Why call me, of all people? I’ve read the papers. The girl is guilty.” Police Chief Ezra Smoles tugged on the woolen collar of his uniform as the fabric scratched against his skin. “There might ...

Chapter One Jack the Ripper became the name I am remembered by, however; my Christian name was Albert. Named for our matronly Queen Victoria’s German husband and son. I came from an old aristocratic family who had lost much during the American Revolution. My father returned from the Americas in disgrace as he brought along ...