This book is dedicated to the victims of the crimes attributed to the Yorkshire Ripper, and their families.

This book is also dedicated to the men and women who tried to stop those crimes.

However, this book remains a work of fiction.

When a righteous man

turneth away from his righteousness,

and committeth iniquity, and dieth in them;

for his iniquity that he hath done

shall he die.

Again, when the wicked man

turneth away from his wickedness

that he hath committed, and doeth that

which is lawful and right,

he shall save his soul alive.

Ezekiel 18, 26-27



Beg Again

Tuesday 24 December 1974:

Down the Strafford stairs and out the door, blue lights on the black sky, sirens on the wind.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Running, fucked forever – the takings of the till, the pickings of their bloody pockets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Should have finished what he started; the coppers still breathing, the barmaid and the old cunt. Should have done it right, should have done the bloody lot.

Fuck, fuck.

The last coach west to Manchester and Preston, last exit, last chance to dance.

Fucked.

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