THE RECKONING OF JACK THE RIPPER MARK BARRESI When a series of multiple murders of mutilated females throws the city of Sand Diego, into a Panic stricken frenzy a city wide task force is put in place to uncover the unknown killer, who the police have called; "The Entity", for concealing his identity from police, forensics and witnesses up to his latest victim. Until detective Ed Brooks, confronted the "Entity", in a bloody last ditch effort to stop the mass killer. An encounter that almost cost Brooks his own life, now four years later, the "Entity", murders have started again. As Brooks and his team are once again charged to stop the killer, and unearth his reasoning for committing the most brutal serial slayings since the original; "Jack the Ripper", style murders. Over a century before in Whitechaple England, with the help of FBI profiler Stephanie Morgan. They will uncover a connection between the recent murders now, to the original Ripper suspect so many years ago. A link that will connect modern forensics and the history of the world's most infamous first serial killer will all culminate together with the action and fury, for a shocking ending in, "The Reckoning of Jack the Ripper". Combining both fiction and historical facts of the; "Jack the Ripper", murders of 1888, England. Author Mark Barresi, has set out on his own personal quest to name the most likely suspect of the world's most elusive and first serial killer ever known.

THE RECKONING OF JACK THE RIPPER

Entity UnknownBy Mark Barresi

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Copyright © 2012 Mark Barresi
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ISBN: 978-1-4772-1287-5

Chapter One

Veronica Wood was walking the unsafe streets of National City. Just south of Downtown, San Diego, this area was both a mixture of commercial and residential areas. As Veronica would earn her living by meeting men, along the truck stops and rest areas, and take her charges back to either one of the many, cheap motels or better class hotels. To accommodate her men as to their tastes, Veronica was a very attractive twenty six year old brunette. She was about five foot four, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore very short daisy duke denim shorts, with a black button down blouse, under a short leather jacket, with black pump heeled shoes. She wanted to bare as much of her body as she could, for any man walking by her, or driving by. To catch their attention to her very slim and athletic body.

She was walking around the corner of the diner, a spot most frequented of truck drivers as they would stop and park to go in and get a bite to eat or coffee. As they would get ready to embark of their long journeys on the interstates to head north out of San Diego, it was just past one AM, as Veronica looked up and noticed the four door sedan drive slowly passed her from her back. She did smile at the driver if indeed he was a male, to get his attention. As she smiled to herself, hoping she didn't have to walk the streets for long to find a man this particular cool night of, May the seventeenth. She would charge him the usual amount for a three hour meeting; she would ask him for four hundred dollars cash. Not an expensive amount these days she thought, for an escort to ask. She stopped in place, as the car came to a stop and made a u-turn over the double yellow lines, to come back in her direction.

His heart started to beat faster, as this was to be his first meeting with a prostitute and his first cleansing of the low class women he has come to hate. For he did not think of it as murder that he was about to commit, but a cleansing of scum and pure trash, that he wanted to think of them as, just like his great uncle did. So many years before, he was taken by Veronica's, exquisite body, and nice shapely long legs. As he slowed to a stop and lowered the passenger side window to greet her; "Hello sugar," she said with a wide smile, showing off all nice white teeth. She asked him, if he was interested in a good time tonight.

"Hello my dear, how are you this fine evening?" The doctor asked her, "I'm sorry, but I am nervous being that this is my first time meeting a young lady in this manner". Veronica, amused by his innocent demeanor, she thought he was to well mannered and too soft spoken to be an undercover cop, out to bust her tonight.

"Well, why don't you open the door and let me in, and we can talk about it sugar." She replied with a laugh, as he unlocked the passenger side door and she gently opened it and slid so gently into the leather seat. She thought to herself, this was a nice car and he was very pleasant and mature. This was a good catch for her tonight.

"I'm Veronica, thank you for stopping by and meeting me". She told him, as he smiled and said it was a pleasure to meet a very beautiful woman on this pleasant early morning.

"So what's you're name?" She asked him. He told her his name was Nathan.

"Is that you're first name, or last name, Nathan?"

"Does that really matter? I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't like to be very open to you right now. Being this is my first time I have ever met with one, like you." He replied, with a nervous look in his eyes.

"It's all right Nathan, no need to be nervous with me. I just want you to relax and give you the experience, of the first time you will never forget". With that reaction from her, Nathan becomes more confident, as he got to know her more each moment. He asked her, if she would meet her men, at her place or at motels only? She remarked, she only met her contacts at motels and hotels only, especially being this was their first meeting together, she felt safer being in a public place. He smiled, and asked if they could meet at the, Twin Palms motel. That was less than a mile away; she smiled at him and said that motel was fine with her. As Nathan, told her; "great". He drove off to the motel.

"What made you pick that motel"? She asked him.

"It is small and kind of cozy I thought, being this is my first time. I just wanted to be in a very comfortable setting for myself". He replied to her.

Veronica, asked him to tell her about himself. What he did for work and how old he was. He told her, he was fifty six years old, and divorced with no children. As for work, he told her he was in medicine. But did not go into any details, as to what he actually did. As they entered the small motel that held twenty four rooms on two floors. Nathan parked his car, in the middle row. He instructed, he would go into the office and secure a room for them that seemed to be very empty except for two other vehicles parked in the motel's lot. As he exited the car, Veronica thought to herself that Nathan kept himself in very good shape for his age. He gave her the appearance he exercised and ate well, to be fit.

He had a full head of dark gray hair, which was brushed straight back. As his height was just under six feet tall. She watched as he entered into the office as she opened her small purse and took out her compact powder and lipstick. As he lowered her passenger side visor, to open the mirror as she added more makeup to her beautiful face. As she noticed him returning to the car with a key in his right hand, she quickly placed the items back in her small purse. As he went to the back of the car and opened the trunk, he took out a carry vinyl bag, about eighteen inches long. As Veronica exited the car to meet him, he told her, their room was number twelve just straight ahead from where he parked. As she told him first, the amount of her donation, she would not only meet with him for that amount and for only three hours. As he agreed, that was all right with him. She looked at the bag in his left hand puzzled.

"I hope you're not into anything kinky? Because I'm not into that sought of thing." She said with a look, of seriousness in her eyes.

"Neither Am I", he replied as they both smiled and he motioned for them to enter the room, that he opened with his key. Veronica went over to the king sized bed, as she removed her jacket and placed her purse on the side table next to the lamp. That she turned on, as Nathan left only the light to the foyer of the room on. As he watched her remove her blouse and shorts. As she kicked off her pumps, she was now stand in her black laced matching bra and panties. As Nathan opened his wallet, and took out four, crisp hundred dollar bills. As he handed them to her, and Veronica pleasantly took it from him, as she placed the money in her purse and returned it back top the side table.

"Come on handsome, don't you want to have the time of your life now?" She said, as she slid back the top comforter and sheets to the bed, and relaxed her sexy body, to entice him to join her on the bed. As he began to take off his button down denim shirt and he kicked off his black leather shoes and removed his jeans. Veronica, was stunned as she expected to see him in his underwear, he was now wearing what seemed to be dark black hospital scrubs. She asked in surprise what he was wearing. He replied, they were cotton pajamas that made him feel very comfortable to wear, before they got started. As he joined her on the bed, he glided his hand up her very smooth left thigh to her left hand, as she pulled him towards her face and kissed one another deeply. As she pushed him down onto the bed, where he removed her bra, and while they were still kissing. He gently removed her panties.

As Veronica, had wanted to remove his top, he stopped her hands and just held them down as he kept kissing her. As she then tried to remove his bottoms, but again he stopped her hands, as he spread them against her sides. Uneasy about how this was going she asked, "hey now, what's with you? Are we going to get on with it or what sugar"? He looked into her eyes, and smiled.

"Can we first play a nice game?" He asked her, as she made a face and asked if he wanted to role-play? That she wasn't into that sought of thing.

"No not role-play, just a very romantic game of blindfolded sex". She asked what he had in mind, as Nathan instructed he would blindfold her, with a dark black scarf while they had sex. Amused by this she smiled at him.

"You really are, nervous about this being you're first time? Aren't you handsome?" She said, as fond of the idea she agreed to have him blindfold her. As he reached into his bag, and took out the scarf. As he placed it around her eyes and double knotted it in the back of her head. To make sure it was secured. As he pushed her back down to the bed gently, he began to kiss her deeply again. As he reached down to his carry bag, which he left on the floor near the bed. As he took out a stainless steel sharp knife in his right hand, as he very quickly covered her mouth very tightly with his left hand. As he muttered to her ear softly; "Whore!" As he cut her throat deep, with the very sharp blade from left to right and again very deep from right to left. As he squeezed his hand very tight over Veronica's mouth. She was flailing her hands about, as all he could hear was her gasping for air, and choking on her blood.

Till she stopped, gasping and her hands fell down to her sides. He watched in peace now, as she looked at him in shock and closed her eyelids shut. He watched as the blood gushed out all over her neck in the two open straight cuts on her throat. As he removed his hand, from her mouth, he quickly got up from the bed, and pulled open the bag, he produced a few white gauze pads, and a bottle of sterile water. As he put on long latex gloves, to cover his hands, and he produced two sterile, shoe covers. As he quickly covered his feet, he was now secure, not to leave any of his DNA behind. As he wet the pads with the water, he quickly washed her body with the water, her legs, her face and hands. Her lips, as he then wiped down the inside of the room, the room key and the inside doorknob and light switch. He knew he would finally clean his hands up when he was done. But now, it was time for the real cleansing to commence.

With anger in his eyes, he took out a sterile black cap and full plastic visor mask. As he picked up the knife again, he took her right hand as he inserted the blade under her index finer nail, and violently pulled it off her skin, he dropped the finger nail into a clear plastic bag, as hid did the same to the next finger. As he repeated the process for the other hand, he laughed to himself. "No DNA evidence people." As he placed the plastic bag, in the side pouch of his carry bag. He looked at the time on the digital face of the clock on the table, as it read. Two twenty five AM. Still enough time for him to finish what he set out to do, so long ago now.

He took hold of her left breast, as he remembered what his great uncle did to his last victim in England, "Mary Jane Kelly". He brutally, decade her body of all her flesh and organs to leave her faceless and a death that no one deserved. But this was the start of no remorse for him; this was his way of continuing Francis's, hatred towards women. He thrust the blade into the edge of her breast, and sliced all around tissue and ligaments, as her blood darkened her whole chest red with her blood. He removed her breast and placed it at the head of the bed, and did the same to the other breast. He stopped and thought to himself again.

"The ripper took trophies of his victims. Their uterus and a kidney, they deserved to have their bodies cleansed, from the whores they became in life!" He shouted the idea to himself, as he spread her leg wide open and inserted the blade deep into her vagina, he wants her womb out. As he uses both hands to open her vagina cavity apart, being well schooled as a medical doctor, he knows the insides of the human bodies. He takes hold of her fallopian tubes. As he cuts and tears them off from the womb. He rips her insides out of her, as he extracts her uterus from her. He holds it in his hand and smiles, as he looks at her lifeless body.

"This is what makes a woman a whore!" As he wants to take the bloody organ with him, as Francis wrote in his journal, he had a large collection of female wombs in glass jars. But Nathan couldn't take it with him, for it was to bloody and messy. As he placed it at the foot of the bed, next to the extracted breasts, till he turned her over on her side, he tore into her lower backside as he wanted both her kidneys out of her. He thrust and tore through skin and muscle till he knew he felt her left kidney, for he just cut all away the organs that held it. As he took it out of her body, till he stopped and paused again and thought.

"From Hell": the letter that was mailed along with a bloody kidney to George Lusk. Who was the head of the, Whitechaple vigilance committee at the time. He placed the kidney next to the other organs as he knew now, he needed to stop. For this was modern day, San Diego. People will be up early for work and he needed to hurry and clean up now. He hurried and tore into the body again, and extracted her right kidney, wet with blood. He placed in a neat row, next to both breasts and the other kidney. As he turned her over on the backside once again, Nathan quickly took out a large black plastic, garbage bag. As he took off all his sterile garments off and placed them along with the bloody surgical knife in the bag. As he took out a small bottle of clear hand sanitizer, and rubbed his hands clean very well. As he took out one last sterile gauze pad, and stopped and looked at his amazing, and bloody work. But for him, it was an art of true wonder. How this act, proved himself to be a true man, and personal hero to his own cause like; "Jack the Ripper". He laughed as he left her eyes blindfolded, and walked to the door and used the gauze pad to turn the brass doorknob and close it behind him. As he dropped it into the black garbage bag, and opened his car door and sat inside, and started the vehicle up.

As he put the car into reverse and then into drive, he drives out of the parking lot so slowly, as there was not a soul around at two fifty, in the AM. Nathan smiled to himself, "I have done it, my first murder of a whore! But it will not be my last. I will go home and burn my scrubs and knife. As I will always follow the same pattern to strike a new whore each time, the fools will not catch me!" As he made is way onto the on ramp of the interstate, to take him home and hide.

It was just after eight AM in the morning, as homicide detective Edward Brooks, got the call from central division headquarters, that a body was discovered at the Twin Palms Motel, just south of downtown San Diego, but still under the jurisdiction of the central division. As Ed's partner, Robert Cullen picked him up in their unmarked sedan, and pulled into the motel's parking lot. To see it swarming of central command squad cruisers and the county coroners' forensic van, ad Brooks and Cullen exited their vehicle to be briefed as to what happened inside room twelve.

Ed Brooks, was six foot one and very muscular. He had a vigorous exercise routine to life weights every night at his house and run up to five miles on the weekends. Ed was a Navy veteran, serving just less than six years. That earned himself the rank of Petty Officer Second Class, E—5 pay grade. Ed has been with central command P.D. for eighteen years, as he was a patrol officer and sergeant for ten years, and has been now lead homicide detective for the division for the last eight years. As he was now forty one years old, for his partner Rob, was just 36, joining the force straight out of college at the age of twenty four. The two have been partners for four years now, as Rob replaced Ed's last partner who had retired. As the first squad officer on the scene walked up to them, to brief them on what was known so far.

"Hey guys, we got ourselves a bad scene here. According to the victim's driver's license found inside her purse, she is twenty six year old female, Veronica Wood. A known prostitute from the area as we picked her up a few times for solicitation on the streets; Rob, asked him who was in the room so far, and who discovered the body.

"The body was first discovered by a housekeeper, Betty Flores. As she screamed and ran into the office and notified the night manager who was still on duty, who intern called us. First call came into dispatch at 07:23 AM. Forensic team just entered the room, to gather evidence only, as per you're boss. Lieutenant Stanford."

(Continues...)

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