All her senses froze at one place and her breath hitched. Gradually she started to shiver. The Body had a deep cut exposing the insides of the abdomen region. Though people named the murderer Jack the ripper still this was less cruel than what the actual murderer had committed in the past.
Searching through histories, chills run through a person's spine when they read about what had happened back then. Jack the ripper, the name was suitable to him. He had ripped apart the bodies of his victims with knives. He was never found, and no one knew who he was. People were scared to death, they couldn't trust anyone. All the victims were prostitutes, and all were murdered brutally.
The cruelty that existed in the murders seemed to have exited a psycho killer somewhere in the small city, Whitechapel. He who now thinks is the mastermind, and will never be caught was slaughtering women one after another.
"What the-" Jessica breathed heavily.
"Ms Lennon!" Dr Fernsby jerked her shoulder but she seemed to have gone numb.
Hebrew pushed Fernsby aside and held Jessica from her shoulders.
"I'd told you!" His voice echoed.
Dragging her out of the lab, when he did Jessica covered her mouth and went out running.
"Ms Lennon!" She ignored Fernsby's calls.
It had been almost five minutes and Jessica was still there on the open sink which was placed in between the empty corridor of Fernsby's lab. Each time she took a break, again her mind repeated the earlier wounds she witnessed. She was shivering and her body felt weak.
At last, her stomach emptied and now she was just somehow standing there holding on to the basin bowl. Her breaths were heavy.
"I guess you need this..." Someone handed her a tissue paper.
"Thank you!" Her voice was wheezy.
"Are you alright Ms assistant detective?" Hebrew asked sarcastically and Jessica turned to him still heavily breathing.
Her eyes were flooded due to the force she had applied while throwing up. She nodded, "Yes, Mr Hebrew."
He scoffed, "Look at you all messed up just by seeing a corpse. And you are alright?"
"Mr Hebrew-"
"Drink this up and go home, there is no room for a naive detective who lives in their fairyland." He handed her a water bottle and went away.
Jessica kept breathing as the image of that lady kept coming in front of her every second she blinked.
She looked at the silhouette of Hebrew vanishing out of the laboratory, wiping out her tears as she drank up some water. Taking a deep breath she ran out too.
"Mr Hebrew!" She yelled.
Hebrew who was about to sit in the cab closed the door aggressively.
"You are here again?" He was irritated by now.
"Just a minute ago, you addressed me as your assistant. Cannot leave my senior alone now." She stated.
He sighed, "Stop following me."
Warning he sat in the car and again he heard the door of the other side open and closing.
The taxi hustled towards the road.
"Why are you here agai-" But he paused midway as he didn't find Jessica sitting there but a small note of her.
'You were the most brilliant detective at your time and then, you went to jail. You faked evidence but why do I feel you never did so?
Your assistant detective.'
The note made Hebrew frown,
"Stop!" He ordered the taxi driver.
He looked back but no one was standing there.
'Here's your fare! I'll step down here...' His heart was ready to act this way but his mind resisted.
"Any problem sir?" The driver asked.
"Nope, just drive your way." He said and sat comfortably looking at the front, on the backseat.
His eyes once again looked at the note, "Again," he scoffed arrogantly. "A fake sympathy..." His mind concluded through his whispers and he smirked.
He was fed up with all the fake sympathy people were giving him. Everyone kept silent when he was being dragged to jail when he was unfairly accused. Now, come to him as if they were a long lost family of his. Hebrew scoffed at them, how can someone change so suddenly. He hated all those people out there. All who left him at his worse, and all those who faked sympathy for him, all of them.
"Sir we've arrived." The driver informed making Hebrew wake up from his slumber.
Nodding, he stepped out giving the fair. As his eyes went up looking at his apartment on the fourth floor, he found it suspicious and his brows knitted.
He looked at his watch and he realised that Fernsby's lab was quite far as it took him almost an hour to reach his apartment. It was at seven O'clock and he found the lights in his apartment on.
Wondering who was there, his heartbeat raised, he ran upstairs. No one should be there except for his friend who had asked Hebrew to let him visit his house.
He was on the other side of the lobby and his house was on the opposite. Panting heavily he took some steps forward, he didn't know who he was about to meet. Clenching his fists and keeping it in the level of his chest was the best he could think of as self-defence at that time.
He went forward and stood bravely on the threshold. He wasn't much shocked when he saw a lady standing inside, looking at Hebrew's glass board.
"Quite hard-working nowadays? Uh?" She said. Her voice was clear and confident.
Greeting her with silence he was not very surprised when she added, "I'm not talking to myself, I know you're standing there."
And she turned around, wearing a black coat suit with a white overcoat above. Her red lips smirked as she saw him standing. Her black pencil heels click-clacking over the old floorboard of Hebrew's apartment as she neared him.
"Long time no see, Flynn..." She smiled.