Months had passed and there was much change.  The government poured money into the Gardai after crime went to the top of the political agenda after public anger reached boiling point.  The gangs and gang warfare that were destroying the lives of ordinary Dubliners were finally brought under control. 

Nobody was in any doubt that the drug dealing business was still alive and well, but hundreds of arrests had put dampeners on it, and more importantly, finally put a stop to the tit-for-tat killings that had plagued the city since Billy’s death. 

But “The Ripper” hung over the entire country like a dark cloud.  Kids would now taunt one another with the threat that they would send “The Ripper” after them and their families. 

The ghastly beast had further evolved; he was now a family annihilator.  The unfortunate Gardai who were called to the latest scene of horror were all traumatized afterward; one quit the following week; another was found hanging by his wife in the garden shed. 

The latest victims were found in a desolate house on a lakeshore close to Mullingar.  This time it was a married couple and their five children.  Both the kids and the husband were forced to watch as The Ripper performed his usual signature of rape and mutilation of the woman before they had their throats slit in turn.  In a cruel twist, it became apparent that the youngest was the last left to die. 

It brought a sense of horror to the entire country, which had never before even imagined such savagery.  Not only were women now openly told not to go outside alone, kids were locked in their houses and neighbors made sure to do night calls to everyone in the locality, to try to ensure evil did not come knocking. 

Then the newspaper messages started.  Nobody was sure if they were really from him, but the bloodstains that accompanied them matched some of the victims.  Some said that the newspapers shouldn’t have published them, but they claimed it was in the public interest and in any event, they attracted huge morbid interest. 

They mostly took the form of taunting the general public and jeering the efforts of the Gardai to catch him.  It terrified the general public and destroyed the morale of the force. 

Wherever you go I will be watching you; your wife and daughters will be mine.  Those pigs wouldn’t catch a fly. 

Have a beautiful woman?  I can fix that! 

It was now international news with extensive coverage on news channels throughout the world; The Ripper was almost certainly soaking up all the attention with glee; almost certainly relishing the pain, suffering, and fear of others. 

Sean was living a nightmare; once he had seen those photos of the kids with their throats slit, he couldn’t take anymore and went out sick from work.  The emotional pain and guilt that he was feeling turned him towards the drink.  His accident was nothing compared to this. 

Then his relationship quickly crumbled.  Sean didn’t blame her; he was unable to explain his despair or why he preferred drunken oblivion to her warm touch.  In truth, Sean just wanted to be left alone to wallow in his misery and so he shut everyone else out of his life too. 

Laura hated the Traffic Corp as much as she thought she would, deriving little pleasure from catching speeding motorists or drunk drivers; when there was real police work, she could be doing.  Her days were long and monotonous; at times she found herself longing for a fight to break out or for someone to try and steal a purse in front of her.  Alas not; she constantly found herself surrounded by mostly law-abiding citizens, much to her chagrin. 

To make matters even worse, she despised the colleagues she found herself working with; they were just so dull and conceited.  She doubted any of them had ever broken a law or cheated at a game.  She could no longer pop in for a quick cup of tea at the station and had been feeling quite depressed and isolated for quite some time. 

This wasn’t the life she wanted or had done so much training for.  Her life had been on such a better trajectory until Billy’s death.  At times she even considered quitting the force but it had always been her dream, she couldn’t just let it go. 

Then one ordinary Wednesday morning, she met Jack while he was on patrol.  They talked and talked, there was so much to catch up on.  Jack now had a steady girlfriend, which made her heart sink a little as her love life was still dismal, and he was loving his work.  Laura lied and told him that everything was fine with her, but he sensed something was wrong and gave her some words of encouragement. 

Then the conversation inevitably turned to Sean and how he was, which was not very good at all.  Jack told her that he hadn’t seen Sean in weeks, that he had gone really down-hill since his relationship break up. 

“I think they might be over.  From what I hear, he has gone into a real downward spiral so I can’t blame her.  The rumor is that he’s drinking heavily every day.  Perhaps he’s already worked his last day,” Jack said in a downbeat tone. 

Laura made a mental note that she must go see him.  In truth, she really missed him, which was not something she would have expected.  Sure, he probably wasn’t the most honest of guys but there a bit of a lovable rogue about him; it pained her that his life had become so wretched. 

That was the last topic of their conversation and with that, they parted ways but not before she got Sean’s eircode from him.  Laura then watched him walking off into the distance; anything to prolong the time before she had to return to her drudgery. 

Her shift ended at seven and when she got into her car, she immediately put Sean’s eircode into the GPS; she might as well strike while the iron is hot.  Forty minutes later, she was outside his house.  Strangely, she began to feel nervous as if she was doing something wrong.  But she gathered back up her courage and headed for the doorbell.  She rang it once, then again wondering if he was even at home.  But then she heard some rumblings from behind the door and a few seconds later, the door slowly opened and a very tired, haggard Sean appeared. 

“Laura, is that you?” he asked rubbing his eyes as if only wakened from a slumber. 

“Eh yeah,” she replied, not quite sure to make of the state that he was in. 

She then explained how she had met Jack earlier that day and it had made her wonder how he was getting on.  Sean looked somewhat puzzled but invited her into the kitchen nonetheless.  Her first impression was that the place had been hit by a bomb; the place was a terrible mess with grime and dirt everywhere.  The only order apparent in the place was in the rows of empty bottles dotted around the place. 

Sean, perhaps anticipating her dismay explained that his housekeeper had quit three weeks ago and that he was still looking for someone to replace her.  Laura thought that was far from an adequate explanation, but kept hum; he obviously wasn’t in a good place. 

The kitchen wasn’t much any better than the rest of the house but Laura nervously sat down on one of the chairs, hoping that she wouldn’t encounter any nasty surprises.  Fortunately, she didn’t. 

“So how have you been?” Laura asked, saying it as more of a conversation starter than anything else.  She was already pretty sure of the answer. 

Sean looked around at the kitchen and replied, “Not too good to be honest.” 

Laura gave him a moment or two to collect himself and then slowly, but surely, he let it all out explaining how everything had just become far too much for him.  Of course, he couldn’t just tell her the truth, so it was a somewhat doctored version of it, but it was straight from the heart nonetheless. 

The relationship break-up was the final straw, not that she could be blamed.  He made the mistake of becoming his work, in this case by “The Ripper” in particular.  He would come home and lash out for no particular reason or just drink himself to oblivion.  So, one day he came home late from work as usual and she along with all her belongings were gone.  Her mobile phone was on voice mail and he did leave messages each day for a week till he received a solitary call in reply telling him that they were finished and not to contact her again. 

Then everything just seemed so pointless to him; he stopped going to work (he was currently on sick leave) and looking after himself.  The last person to abandon him was his housekeeper who used to come in for a few hours per week to look after the place.  She thought that the paralysis was the problem and that he couldn’t accept his new life in the wheelchair; probably better she thought that. 

Laura felt a pang as he relayed the story; many Gardai would have a very similar story to tell.  The only stable relationships they seemed to be able to have were with their fellow colleagues and that was nearly always frowned upon, especially in its earliest stages. 

For a moment she wondered what to do or say next, struggling to find any words of comfort.  Instead, her practical nature took hold and she just started cleaning up.  Sean, who was slightly taken aback at first gradually, followed her lead.  For two hours they toiled leaving Sean surprised that his mood lifted somewhat as progress was made. 

Of course, there was still plenty left to do when they finally stopped from exhaustion.  Laura, almost without thinking, offered to come back in a day or two to help finish the job. 

“Are ya sure?” Sean replied, not quite sure what to say.  He wanted her to return; this was the best he had felt for quite some time but didn’t want to be a nuisance either. 

She was sure, she wanted to do see Sean again whatever the pretext.  So, two nights later she returned and finished the job.  Then she started to call around every second night and ring him every other one.  Sean was unsure what to make of it and couldn’t decide if she just a concerned friend or if there was something more growing between them.   

He wasn’t even sure what way to feel about it.  He was not the person mentally or physically that he was when they slept together.  Not as self-confident as he was back in those old days but also an emotionally deeper person who was no longer interested in just having a one-night stand or losing a close female friend just for sex. 

Then again, maybe it was just friendship, in which case he didn’t want to end up looking a fool.  No, better just to put it to the back of his mind; she was too pretty and smart to be interested in him long term.  Anyway, she still had a boyfriend. 

But Laura herself was also noticing that her feelings for him were growing.  He was a release from the drudgery in other parts of her life, something that she looked forward to every day.  It was when she started to dream about kissing him that she knew something had fundamentally changed.  At first, she thought it was just a once-off, not to be repeated but then it became a regular occurrence. 

Then, she thought; why not?  Sure, she had no experience of having a relationship with a paraplegic, but she knew he was a good man.  Strangely, she would never have thought about a relationship with the old pre-accident Sean but everyone changes, including herself. 

Of course, she wasn’t even sure that Sean felt the same way.  Perhaps, it was him that only saw her as a friend.  During quiet periods, she agonized over what to do next; she pondered if she should make the first move.  It was something that she had done previously in her life and she just didn’t want to let the moment pass and he finds someone else. 

So, there they were in his sitting-room about to watch a movie; it was a thriller but that was of little consequence.  Laura was sitting on the sofa and Sean in his manual chair beside her.  Laura was nervous but she knew now was a good time to act.  At first, she just casually mentioned that she had become single a few months prior before saying nothing for the next few minutes. 

“Why don’t you come sit beside me on the sofa?  Be more comfortable than sitting on the wheelchair?” she asked innocently. 

Sean was a bit surprised by the request but nevertheless quickly transferred from his wheelchair onto the sofa besides in an effortless, quick maneuver.  It was something that he actually practiced quite regularly to keep fit in his spare time. 

They were now side by side and unbeknownst to each other, both their hearts were beating ferociously.  Sean sank somewhat into the seat, which leaned slightly onto Laura.  He apologized awkwardly but she told him not to worry. 

The film itself turned out to be a bore but neither of them mentioned it, silently enjoying the excuse to be physically close to one another.  Laura tilted her head onto his shoulder, enjoying the moment but all the time wondering how to advance matters.    

Meanwhile, Sean was in two minds about what to do next, still not quite sure that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.  Laura was a good friend, and he didn’t want to lose that by doing something stupid. 

Laura sensed that the film was coming close to the end and knew inside that this was the opportunity she had been waiting for and that she couldn’t let it pass. 

“This film really has been terrible, has it?” she said matter-of-fact, looking directly into his eyes after lifting her head from his shoulder. 

For a few moments, they gazed into the eyes of the other, before slowly moving their closer together.  At first, their lips only met briefly but then Laura took the initiative, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue into his.  This continued for a few minutes but the positioning was awkward, so Laura whispered into his ear for them to go to his bed. 

Sean tried to appear confident but a million different thoughts seemed to be zipping through his mind.  Since the accident, he had only been with the one woman and she had had a very similar disability to his own, their lovemaking consisted of things above the waist.  For instance, should he take Viagra for her pleasure even though he would feel nothing and be unable to ejaculate? 

Then he remembered that it was Laura that he was going to be with, not some strange woman that he had just met that was going to laugh at him.  Laura, in fact, had already done her own bit of research on the subject, expecting that the penis would not be the focus of attention and was willing to learn.  She knew what she wanted and that was him. 

Sean got on the bed first, then Laura climbed on top of him after taking off her clothes.  Once more they began to kiss passionately, their hands roaming over each other.  They were both desperate to give pleasure to the other.  Laura had done her research and knew that in cases of paralysis, new parts of the body can become used to bring pleasure so she spent time sucking on his nipples, which led to a tingling sensation running through his body.  In return, he used his fingers to rub her clitoris bringing her to orgasm, then another. 

After, a half-hour they collapsed into each other’s arms, fatigued by their exertions.  This was an intimacy that neither had experienced hitherto in their lives; a feeling of full acceptance and love. 

The next morning Laura had already left for work by the time Sean had awakened from his slumber.  But this time it was very different from the old days, he knew by the note left on the small bedside table that she would be back and hadn’t regretted what had happened. 

It was true, she did return later that day; there was no pretense that what had happened was anything other than the blossoming of a relationship.  That relationship had a profound, positive effect on both of them. 

It provided the stability that Sean needed to turn his life around.  He now looked forward to each new day rather than in dread.  His health gradually improved from greatly reducing his alcohol consumption and he rang the station to say that he would be returning to his post. 

It was something a huge part of him dreaded, he knew it would mean bringing “The Ripper” back into his orbit.  Since he had gone off sick, he had made sure never to watch or listen to the news, he had clung to wishful thinking that “The Ripper” would simply disappear in time.  But he was stronger psychologically now and knew he had to and could face his demon once more. 

Laura too felt benefits from their relationship that were not as obvious to a third party, but was just as significant; it was like she now had something that she never knew she needed.  She now had a sense of stability and emotional support at home that built a solid foundation for her to take on the outside world.  There was nothing that she liked more than to awaken each morning and gaze at his handsome face; sometimes she liked to place her hand on his hairy chest and feel the beating of his heart. 

Then while at the drudgery of her work she could daydream about the cozy night in that lay ahead later and how he would nibble at her ear while they sat on the sofa.  It wasn’t one thing that made the difference, it was the cumulative effect of a myriad of little things that might have seemed insignificant at first.  She just wished it hadn’t started in subterfuge when they first met. 

It wasn’t long before her happiness started to have positive effects on other aspects of her life.  Soon she had received word that her stint in the Traffic Corps was coming to an end and a new Challenge in Narcotics lay ahead. 

It had been too long.  Infamy is a curse.  Now when I came across a potential victim, they would look over their shoulders at just the wrong time, be part of a group or take other extensive security precautions.  It was incredibly frustrating and I could feel incredible anger swelling up inside me, growing greater by the day. 

Yes, I had never before had such influence, over so many others but my heart panged to see terror and fear in their eyes.  For it to be up close and personal; for them to know that the timing of their deaths was entirely a matter for me alone and just as importantly, I would be the harbinger of how much they would suffer before it came. 

So, I had to cast my net that bit wider than hitherto and seek out a victim that would be particularly vulnerable.  It was difficult and took some time but eventually, I found her.  I realized that with almost the whole country on edge, it would be best to seek out a target who lived on the margins of society and who would never in their darkest nightmare expect me to come knocking at their door. 

Then I remembered that in my youth I had seen a television program about hippies who tried to live solely with what nature provided, growing their food organically and the like, and without modern comforts such as electricity or running water.  They would have no CCTV cameras or those pesky neighborhood watches; they were exactly what I needed at this point in time. 

There were surely people of those persuasions still around, it was only a matter of figuring out how to find them.  It took me a while to think of it but then I thought they’d surely sell some of their produce and at least some of them would surely use the internet to do so.  The rest was only a matter of time and that was something I had plenty of. 

So, I searched and searched trawling through various websites to find her, the next object of my affections.  It was difficult.  At times I even wondered about terrorizing the copper instead, but I needed to save him for the future and it would be glorious indeed.   

The first two targets turned out to be a total waste of time.  I arranged to meet them at a parking lot; of course, I never actually showed up.  No, I lurked in the background and carefully followed them back to their place of residence wherever it may be. 

One was guilty of what could only be called false advertising – and they say that I’m the devil.  I should have known when I first saw her in the distance.  She was very overweight, large breasts with long flowing red hair and freckles.  Her face even turned a deep red when I failed to show.  But I wasn’t the only party guilty of deception; as I followed her, I learned that her vegetables were far from the organic variety.  Of much more serious concern were all the security precautions such as the electric fences and cameras that surrounded the farm.  Her male companion looked like a brute best avoided also. 

The second target looked far more promising at first.  She was slim with long, black hair with torn, shabby clothing and was accompanied by a slight man.  Immediately, I felt that I was on the right track and felt an immediate tinge of arousal. 

There was no sense of anger when I failed to show up, just a quiet resignation.  They got into their ramshackle car, with me following in the distance.  The journey went from the outskirts of a town to a remote rural area and down a narrow lane.  Then my excitement quickly turned to disappointment.  They were from a commune, I immediately put on the brakes.  It was a large community; their homesteads set out in the center of a large field, with only the one way in and out.  This was far from ideal, from an attack perspective and already, I could see that I had been spotted in the distance.  There was only one thing for it and that was to turn the car around and try again. 

Then finally the perfect target fell into my lap two weeks later.  I followed the same routine as before.  She was haggard, scruffy and scrawny with greying, shoulder-length brown hair.  Her face was one of despair when I failed to show up to purchase her produce, which made me chuckle. 

I wondered where following her would lead me to, but I need not have worried, she led me to a picturesque paradise, the perfect place for an assault.  On one side there was a lake and on the other a forest, which would be ideal for reconnaissance.  Then I left knowing that it was too soon.  Much better to come back in a month when the online communication would be lost in a sea of other ones. 

It was the longest month of my life, there was just nothing else on my mind than tearing her to pieces, night and day.  Then the time was up and it was time for the preparations to begin.   

The forest proved to be as useful as I thought.  Each night I observed their comings and goings.  She was part of a family of seven.  Fortunately, the children were young and would cause little difficulty even if they had not been malnourished and weak.  The man was very thin and gaunt, I couldn’t see him putting up much resistance. 

The night before the attack, I brought my equipment and hid it close to the house, which was the routine that I always followed.  The thrill of the hunt was almost becoming too much but I knew that the ultimate release would soon be forthcoming as I masturbated looking at the house of my twisted affections.  I closed my eyes and imagined the terror on their faces; it would be magnificent. 

Finally, the moment that I waited for had arrived.  They never saw it coming and put up almost no resistance.  There was no television or radio in the house, so I can only assume they had not heard of my previous exploits and presumed that if they complied with my demands, they would survive the night. 

With a knife to her throat, the man meekly did my bidding tying up the children and then himself.  She begged me to rape her outside away from their eyes but I wanted the audience. 

I could hear their squeals behind me as I ripped her off her clothes and entered her, then their gasps of horror as I plunged my knife into her.  This time I could do as I pleased and follow through on my full routine. 

When I finally looked back on them, I could see that they finally saw me for the monster that I am.  Somewhat disappointingly, they had resigned themselves to their fate and the final child, like a good boy lifted his head before I slit his throat. 

The euphoria of the kill lasted for days as I constantly replayed it in my mind.  It had been perfect and it was spoken about wherever I went.  It felt like I had reached out and metaphorically wrenched the heart of everyone in the country.  The only slight concern I had was that this was my nadir and never again would I fly so high.  The next attack could not possibly be as good. 

As Sean reached the station, he began to feel something different.  For a few moments, he wasn’t quite sure what it was.  Then it hit him; it was relief.  Billy was dead and now a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.  He was finally free from the blackmail. 

Nobody liked Billy anyway, Sean thought to himself.  It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person; though Sean feared that innocents may also have gotten caught up in what had happened. 

The station felt alive: there was a frantic hustle and bustle everywhere.  Sean asked a new recruit what was going on and after getting a somewhat quizzical look in return, the young officer explained that Billy’s killing had set off a night of retaliatory attacks even though it might not have been gang-related.  The young officer hadn’t heard anything about the killing itself, only that it was gruesome. 

Sean pushed himself down to his office and turned on his computer; he knew that information about the killing would likely cross his desk later that day.  In the meantime, he could try to clear some of his emails, after all, he now had a future to worry about. 

But then he stopped in his tracks and shuddered, scarcely believing his eyes.  For a few seconds, all he could do was stare.  It was written in bold on the subject line of an email sent from the dark web –   

A PRESENT FROM YOUR FRIEND – THE IRISH RIPPER  

Eventually, Sean plucked up the courage to open it. 

My dear Cripple, 

It appears you were having some trouble from a local thug.  Fear not, that has now been dealt with.  This is our story and you are my nemesis.  Others have no part to play and I am the only person allowed inflict misery on you. 

For a few minutes, his heart racing, Sean contemplated what to do next.  He could report the communications to his superiors but that would bring the spotlight onto himself too. 

But if he didn’t, it would not only mean a possible lead could be missed but also that he might become the next victim.  Sean tried to take some solace from the fact there was no overt death threat but the fact he mentioned inflicting misery didn’t sound like something to be too positive about either.  

Sean quickly resolved that he would say nothing; he was a survivor and believed that he would somehow find a third way.  But what that way would be, he had no idea whatsoever. 

Laura then popped her head in the door and asked if he wanted to go for a quick cuppa, which he replied in the affirmative.  At times though it felt more like an interrogation than a friendly chat, with questions such as 

Why are you in late? 

How did your medical appointment go? 

But perhaps it was mere paranoia after the strange turn of events.  If he couldn’t trust her, there was nobody. 

A few hours later the report and photos of the latest killing came onto Sean’s desk.  It made for somber analysis.  Sean had heard earlier in the day that there were two victims; this came somewhat as a relief to Sean as he understood Billy had three children and would much prefer not having to look at their mutilated bodies.  He was with a mistress rather than his wife at the time of the killing. 

This killing was very different from those that came before; it was hurried and rushed.  It was only the mutilation and savagery that led you to suspect it was the work of the Irish Ripper.  Perhaps this is what happens when one psychopath meets another; Sean knew that Billy would have put up a fight and cared little for his companion, no matter what he had previously told her. 

The Ripper would almost certainly try to use the woman as leverage to control the man but Billy would not have let that happen.  Sure enough, the photos of the scene paint a picture of a violent struggle; the woman’s throat was merely slashed as if he needed to kill her quickly and she had not been raped. 

Billy had died from multiple slash wounds, but most significantly there were traces of blood on his fists, the results of which would be available later that day.  At last, The Ripper would be brought to justice, albeit not from an expected sequence of events. 

A meeting was scheduled for four o’clock leaving Sean impatient as he repeatedly looked over the photos.  He came up with his own narrative of what had occurred.  The Ripper must have followed him to his meeting to Billy and realized that Sean was in trouble for some reason.  Being a narcissist, he decided in his twisted mind that it should only all be about him.  So, he followed Billy with the aim of removing him from the picture. 

The motivation for this murder was different from the others, leading to him being less meticulous and sloppy.  It may also be down to him getting over-confident after getting away with so much.  In any event, he decided to proceed hastily. 

The woman would likely have been targeted first; perhaps as she lay asleep in her bed.  But he killed her quickly when it became apparent how little Billy cared about her; to him, she would have been little more than a favorite sex doll. 

Then a physical confrontation would have ensued.  It would have been a clash of titans; The Ripper’s blades versus Billy’s fists.  It must have been an epic; either way it was decisive with a bloodied heap left in the room which led to retaliatory attacks against the wrong enemy across the city. 

Sean was well prepared for this meeting and made sure he had a position near the front.  But there were troubling signals from the very beginning that things were not going to end well.  The murmurings were more about gang warfare rather than the work of a serial killer. 

Those murmurings reflected the general tone of the meeting that followed.  There was no real evidence that The Ripper was involved whatsoever; it didn’t have his signature and was far more likely just made to look like it to cover his tracks.  The rest of the meeting was spent erroneously trying draw up a list of suspects from gangland. 

Sean wanted to scream that he had the definitive link, that The Ripper had contacted him directly; that what seemed strange from their perspective actually made perfect sense.  But he couldn’t, he would implicate himself.  So, with increasing sorrow, he watched and listened as the investigation went down the completely wrong track. 

Then things went from bad to worse.  They stated that there was no match in the database from the blood analysis; this was a sickening blow.  Up to that point, Sean had taken solace from the fact that The Ripper would be caught for at least one murder. 

The rest of the meeting went in a blur as Sean watched helplessly from the sidelines; it seemed like a sick joke and Sean pondered how much The Ripper would enjoy viewing it if only he could.  Sean left abruptly as the meeting ended, too sickened to look another Garda in the eye. 

It wasn’t only Sean though that was having a miserable day.  Garda Mulhern had been told earlier that day that following Billy’s death, Special Branch would no longer be requiring her services. 

She was gutted; this had been her big opportunity to make a breakthrough in her career but it had resulted in failure.  Worse still, she was being transferred in her general duties to the Traffic Corps.  Special Branch had been blocking the reassignment until now but there was no longer a reason to do so. 

Although every Garda was expected to spend at least some time in Traffic, it was something she was hoping to skip; lots of long boring days lay ahead. 

It was not the kind of job that Laura envisioned for herself, going undercover against another cop.  But she believed in duty and at the time there seemed to be nothing worse than someone who would betray their colleagues. 

Special Branch called to her home, two weeks before Sean was due to return after his accident.  It was explained that there had been suspicions against Sean for some time, but these had been put on a back-burner when it looked unlikely that he would return to duty. 

But those calculations had now changed.  Laura, of course, asked why didn’t they just say that he was no longer fit for duty and that would be the end of it.  But they explained that the optics would be terrible.  The force had to be seen to be doing everything to help a fallen member.  It was entirely possible that he was totally innocent and he deserved his chance. 

They knew about their dalliance and that was why she was chosen; it would only be natural for her to approach him.   Indeed, she had intended doing so anyway especially since he crashed his car after leaving her place.  But she wasn’t sure she could do undercover, especially against a fellow Garda.  The ranks hated rats almost as much as those who collaborated with the gangsters. 

But then she thought about the reasons she joined the force: it was to do good for her country and bring justice where previously there had been none.  Lofty goals but these were her motivations nonetheless.  So, she accepted the assignment. 

It was therefore with mixed feelings that she heard he had returned to work.  It was now game-on.  She waited a few days before making her first approach; she wanted to come across as being natural.  In truth she had little to worry about; he had been sitting on his own during any breaks and seemed happy to have some company. 

So, it happened that they started to meet up regularly.  Before long they were joined by Garda Halpenny; that hadn’t been part of the plan but instead, it seemed to happen organically, although Laura was pretty sure that he fancying her had at least played some part. 

After some time, she almost forgot about her assignment; they were just three good friends that happened to meet regularly.  In fact, at times she felt guilty as if she was betraying them by her subterfuge, but she still had a job to do and hopefully, they would never find out anyway.   

But then things began to change.  She noticed that Sean seemed to be more stressed and agitated than he had been; Special Branch told her that there was definitely a leak and he was still a suspect.  It seemed to happen after he made that pass at her. 

There was no way that she could get involved with him; it would have compromised her assignment and even if it didn’t, she wasn’t sure how she would feel about it.  Yes, they had sex previously but that was only a one-night thing and that was all.  She also wasn’t sure if she could date any paraplegic; she enjoyed the rough, physical sex after-all.  None of these were reasons she felt she could say to Sean so she told him that she saw him only as a friend.  In truth, she had mixed feelings when she heard about his girlfriend though, which she hadn’t expected to happen.   

But it could have been “The Ripper” that caused his changed demeanor.  From the beginning, he seemed to lose himself in the investigation and would sometimes talk about the case for the whole break. 

Laura thought that he was definitely on to something when he returned from England; she even relayed it to Special Branch but they stated it might just be a diversion.  Cruelly, they even informed the Super that he was not to be trusted.  But she knew that Sean wouldn’t be capable of doing that even if he was the mole; it mattered too much to him. 

She knew that Sean hadn’t been invited to that meeting but they needed to hear what he had to say; it was just too important for them to ignore.  So, she took the opportunity to rush him up to it and hoped with bated breath that things would work out. 

It was with much relief that she heard that he had been listened to.  But everything in their intertwined lives seemed to be up, then down.  She was as disappointed as Sean when the pathologist could find no apparent link. 

She was bothered though by Sean’s supposed medical appointment that morning.  It seemed to come totally out of the blue and he wasn’t able to give much of an explanation.  She knew when she was being fobbed off and this was definitely it.  A few minutes after he had left, she darted into his office to see if she could find anything and there it was.  

He had left his mobile phone behind, something that was important to him and that he would usually never forget.  But it was something he would leave behind if he didn’t want to have his location tracked.  This was the first time she was now felt very confident that she was being lied to. 

It dawned on her that Sean may be a dirty cop after all.  She had wanted to follow him, but irritatingly she was down to do surveillance in a different case within the hour.  But she knew there would be a next time. 

The next two days passed painfully slow at work.  His life felt like it was falling apart.  Now to add to his problem he found himself arguing with Aimee, who had been up to this point, a rock of comfort that he could depend on.   

He knew in his more lucid moments that it was mostly him to blame for this.  He had been taking out his foul mood on her.  Sometimes, it was her mere chirpiness and positive attitude that he found bothersome. 

Or perhaps it was feelings of guilt, knowing that at any time his mistakes could come to light and her life would be shattered.  Some of the shame would surely end up with her and how would she cope with it for the rest of her days? 

Sean wasn’t exactly sure what Billy wanted, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.  He had thought about doing some work before their meeting but he found it too hard to concentrate. 

Then at quarter-past-two and just as he was about to leave, Laura entered the office.  This was the last thing Sean needed as Laura liked to talk. 

“How come you missed tea?  Not like you?” she asked inquisitively. 

“Oh, I just had a lot of work on.  Actually, I’m just on the way to a medical appointment.” 

He realized the mistake once he said it.  She immediately asked was something wrong and he struggled to think of anything to say.  So, he told her that he would tell her about it tomorrow, to give him some time to think of something. 

“Actually, there was something else that I wanted.   I was thinking last night about the pathologist not finding anything.  Maybe the struggle that was involved; made the killer change from his usual routine.  He panicked or something like that.” 

It was an intriguing possibility, Sean thought to himself and for a moment he really wanted to stop and think about it.  But he had to go or risk Billy’s ire.  So, he told her that he would keep an open mind and continue to look into the possibility that there was a link. 

With that, he bid her farewell and went out to his car.  It was of course not permissible for police just to head off on a personal matter, but sometimes his disability came in handy.  It could be used as an excuse for all sorts of things. 

So, off he went to the designated location to meet Billy.  “Kindergarten”, was of course, a code word for waste ground on the outskirts of Dublin.  Billy always liked using codewords as he believed the added layer of complexity would make it that bit more difficult for the Gardai to ever prosecute him. 

As Sean had expected, Billy was there waiting for him.  Sean hated this place; the muck made it difficult for him to push his wheelchair around and it brought forth all the memories of the times he had betrayed his colleagues. 

On this occasion, Billy was more anxious than usual, nervously pulling on a cigarette; normally he was just angry.  He had bad news for them both.  He was certain that informers had Infiltrated his gang and that it was known that he had a mole in the Gardai. 

He wanted Sean to uncover who they were and fast, so he could personally shoot them on the spot.  Sean tried to explain that there was little he could do, especially if Special Branch had gotten involved.  But Billy was having none of it; having grown tired of Sean’s endless excuses.  So, he threw down an ultimatum and left.   

“Either you find who these cretins are or it will be you getting the bullet.” 

A threat from Billy was not something to be taken lightly but there really was little he could do.  With that, he wheeled back over the muck and stones to his car to head back to work. 

He should have been petrified, but strangely a calm came over him.  There was nothing more he could do having been metaphorically surrounded on all sides except await his fate. 

In ways Billy putting a bullet in his head wouldn’t be the worst way to go, in fact, it would be far preferable to his sins coming to public attention; at least this way there would be tears shed at his funeral. 

So, back to work he went and started to tidy his desk; removing all those files that had been languishing on his desk so that at least his desk would be tidy when the end came; he couldn’t have people saying that he was messy. 

He didn’t bother working late; there was just no point.  Instead, he wanted to spend as much as he could with Aimee, without alarming her.  She should have some positive moments to remember when he was gone, he thought. 

They had been working hard on their relationship, and she was thrilled with the flowers he had bought for her on his way home.   

“What are these for?” she asked lovingly, gazing into his eyes. 

“Just felt like getting you a little something,” he replied in earnest.   

That night, they watched a romantic film before retiring to the bedroom where they kissed passionately and fondled each other’s bodies, into the early hours.  Sean knew now that Aimee was the love of his life and they both knew how to maximize the pleasure of their partner. 

Sean particularly liked having his nipples gently licked and sucked; Aimee loved liked her neck being kissed.  It was like the erogenous areas on their bodies had moved after their paralysis from their lower bodies.  For hours, they lost themselves in each other before falling asleep exhausted. 

Sean heard the alarm the following morning but quickly switched it off; he didn’t care anymore if he was late for work.  It was about an hour or so later that eventually decided to rise; there was no rushing or fretting now.  He decided to turn on his radio while having his breakfast; it was just ads. 

Then just as he was pouring some milk onto his cereal, the following report blared from the radio. 

“Breaking news –  

The serial killer, infamously known as the Irish Ripper has apparently struck again.  This time the victims are from gangland and have been named locally as Billy Sullivan and a woman called Annette Cortez.” 

Sean couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  Immediately he went to check his mobile phone and there they were; five missed calls from the Station.  Sean’s serene morning had been shattered and now he was in a frenzy to get to his desk as quickly as possible. 

As he drove, his mind meandered from one thought to the next.  Surely, it couldn’t be mere coincidence, that it was Billy that was murdered by The Ripper.  The odds must be astronomical against that occurring.  But if there was a link, what could it be? 

The only link that Sean could think of was himself, but “The Ripper” wouldn’t know anything about him – surely?  All Sean really knew was that he had to get to his office as soon as possible to try to make sense of what had happened. 

Reality hit when Sean arrived back in Dublin.  With the task force now more or less defunct, nobody of importance was interested in what he has to say.  There had been no further murders in quite some time and despite the pleas of the victims’ families, other priorities had taken precedence, such as trying to infiltrate criminal gangs and dissident republican groupings. 

The only other Gardai that took what he thought seriously were Laura and Jack during their daily coffee break.  Sean wondered whether he would be taken more seriously if he was still able to walk.  It was always nagging at him at the back of his mind.   

Sean had other troubles though and, in many ways, The Ripper was now a nice distraction.  Billy had become a permanent thorn on his side.  Unfortunately, Sean had little leave remaining and couldn’t escape to another country again. 

Using a wheelchair also made him particularly easy to corner.  It was impossible for him to walk quickly away or take a side street.  Sean wished he could just shoot him but that wasn’t an option, at least for now. 

So instead Sean found himself feeding Billy information.  He could no longer sneakily look at the physical folders but the folders on the Garda intranet system were a totally different matter.  Due to his work on “The Ripper”, he had been given the maximum-security clearance.  Almost certainly it should have been revoked but he just failed to notify his IT section and nobody seemed to notice. 

BIlly was becoming a big-time boss on the back of the information Sean was supplying him.  Suspicions in the station were growing that something wasn’t quite right especially after two drug busts went awry and an informer went “missing”.   

Sean knew that things were now getting way out of hand but he couldn’t bring himself to confess his wrongdoings.  It just wouldn’t happen.  The more interactions he had with Billy the more despicable he found him to be.  There was no moral compass or anything that would even remotely be considered a redeemable trait.  It was also clear that he had a long-running vendetta against the Gardai and took pleasure in making Sean squirm. 

The only light at the end of the tunnel was Aimee who was now staying most nights at his house.  Each night, the dinner would be ready when he arrived home and then they would spend their evenings wrapped together on the sofa.  The only night it differed was when training for wheelchair basketball beckoned. 

Still, even Aimee could not stop the sleepless nights that were now plaguing him.  It was a manifestation of the feeling of dread he felt throughout the day but he couldn’t admit that to her.  Instead, he blamed it fictional tablets that he was supposed to be taking, although he wasn’t quite sure if she believed him. 

The nightmare was always the same.  His colleagues and the community at large had discovered what he had been up to.  Their disgust was evident in their eyes.  Sean tried to explain in vain that it wasn’t his fault, however erroneously but nobody said anything to him.  It’s the shunning that terrified him.  A world where nobody would have anything to do with him again. 

One night was particularly bad, he woke up in a panic sweating, with what feels like a heavy weight on his chest, Aimee’s concerned eyes looking down wondering if he would survive the night.  Just like every other night he shrugs off her concerns and tells her to go back asleep. 

Previously, he too would quickly go back to sleep but not tonight, no matter how much he tossed and turned.  Feelings of his imminent demise would not diffuse and there was nothing he could do about it.  Instead, he just waited for the alarm clock to go off that would signal it was time to get up till it finally did. 

The dark, dreary morning was the perfect match for his somber mood.  He was beginning to think there was little point in carrying on but found the courage from somewhere to get into his car and drive to the station. 

Most days he would turn on the radio to find out what was the news of the day but this time, he just couldn’t be bothered.  There was never anything of interest on it anyway, he would think to himself.  Just the same tired nonsense about house prices and the weather; little else seemed to matter to Irish people. 

In fact, he didn’t talk to anybody on entering the station either – just went straight to his desk to begin the daily drudgery of data entry. 

It was with somewhat of a fright when Garda Mulhern burst into his office. 

“What are ya doing here?  The meeting is about to start!” she exclaimed in a panicked voice. 

She knew by the blank stare that she received in response that he had no idea what she was on about. 

“Did you check your emails, listen to the news, anything??  What world do you live in?  I know about the meeting and I’m not even on the bloody taskforce.” 

Nothing more needed to be said, The Ripper was back.  Sean immediately followed her to the meeting room.  On the way, she explained that the victims were very well known this time: they were a TD and his wife. 

Sean couldn’t believe that the one morning something like this happened, was the same morning he didn’t turn on the radio.  He quickly followed Laura to the lift so they could go up to the top floor where the meeting was being held.  All along she reiterated that he must mention his theory about The Ripper being from England, especially since he had now mentioned so many times during tea break.  He assured her that he would.  With that she opened the door and in he went. 

The meeting had already started, Superintendent DeRossa was at the front presiding over it.  The mood was somber.  There was nowhere for Sean to park so he was forced to go conspicuously to the front.   He expected a warm glance in his direction but none was forthcoming.  Instead, it felt frosty, so different from the past.  For over an hour they reviewed the previous murders assiduously before finally getting to the latest ones. 

There was still only preliminary information available.  The bodies were found in the couples’ holiday home just outside Donegal Town.  Once more, there was no sign of forced entry.  But this time things didn’t seem to have gone quite so well for the attacker.  It appears that the couple put up a serious fight for their lives – perhaps because of previous media attention, they knew what awaited them if they didn’t. 

It appeared that both died from multiple stab wounds and it looked like the wife may have been raped quite some time after she had died.  This time the Gardai were confident that at least some of the blood at the scene was from the attacker so they were hopeful of finally getting DNA evidence.  This would prove crucial to any future prosecution. 

The victims were a well-known, TD from County Meath, and her husband.  They were the parents of a five-year-old girl and a ten-year-old boy, who were being looked after by their grandmother at the time.  At this point, it was unknown if they were specifically targeted or simply unfortunate to be chosen at random.  She was similar to previous female victims, being of a slender build, quite attractive and in her early thirties. 

The mood at the meeting remained downcast throughout with not a word being said out of turn.  Eventually, the Superintendent asked the room if there were any questions.  Sean knew that Laura would never forgive him if he didn’t speak now, so that’s what he did. 

“Actually Sir, I was wondering if I could officially contact the Met in England about a potential connection…” 

The Superintendent stopped him before he could finish. 

“Yes, I read your correspondences.  At this stage we need to try everything so fire ahead,” he said matter-of-factly.  

Not quite the ringing endorsement Sean had expected but it would have to do.  The Superintendent may have been sour due to the recent murders and being under a lot of pressure, he thought to himself. 

With that, the meeting was over and everyone filed back to their desks or wherever they had to go.  For Sean that meant going back down the lift and straight on the phone to England; he had made sure to keep Jim’s number.  

As he rang, he quickly browsed through his emails, but there was nothing about the meeting.  For some reason, he had not even been invited.  Just as well Laura had accidentally coerced him into going uninvited. 

At least Jim was happy to hear from him.  Even he had heard about the latest murder.  The fact a politician was involved had rocketed up the publicity. 

“Great to hear from you Sean!  I was just thinking about you when I heard about the politician being murdered.  In truth, I had expected to hear from you some time ago.” 

Sean explained that it had taken some time to get the required authorization and gave him the details of what he knew about the latest killings.  Jim was intrigued and said that he would forward all the information he had about the Reading Rapist. 

Finally, Sean felt that he was making some sort of process.  But the hard part of definitely linking the rapist to the murderer was still to be done.  Jim emailed him everything later that day. 

The Reading Rapist was everything that Jim had said he was and more.  At his peak, he was insatiably carrying out multiple attacks within a week.  It was not just the extreme violence that marked him out but also the callousness.  As Jim had said, he would cruelly tell his victims during the rape that he would always watch over them and then ring his them months later to remind them, groaning down the phone line. 

It was all about power and exerting continuing control over his victims.  This was something he had in common with “The Ripper” but had it grown or evolved to him becoming a killer and if so, were they the one and the same or was there a further madman on the loose? 

A clear sign that they were indeed one and the same perpetrator would be if genital hair had been removed from the latest female victim.  Sean immediately started typing up an email to the Superintendent requesting permission to contact the State Pathologist. 

All too soon, it came to time for Sean to go home.  Well, it was that or get locked in for the night.  It did cross his mind but he thought the better of it; it would not look good if he was disheveled at work the following day. 

“It was him, wasn’t it?” Aimee said jokingly but with a touch of scorn. 

She knew there was only one person that could keep her beloved away from her and that person was a faceless monster, at least for now.  Often, she wished that she just had a normal boring boyfriend but there was little point in trying to change him.  Instead, she knew he would be galvanized once she heard about the murders earlier in the day. 

The dinner was long gone cold but that bothered Sean little as he excitedly told Aimee about the latest developments while he ate.   

“He’s struck again.  He’s not going to stop killing till we stop him.  Why is it so hard for those idiots to understand?” 

Indeed, she was somewhat interested, at least at first.  But after a while, the grizzly details of the murders became too much; that was when she enticed him to her bed to make use of his renewed vigor. 

The Superintendent confirmed that Sean could contact the State Pathologist the following morning and he quickly phoned him to tell him what to look for based on cases from the Reading Rapist. 

Then the anxious wait to hear back began.  Either fame if there was a link between the two ghastly characters or infamy if it was not as someone who peddled a preposterous theory to his colleagues. 

In vain, he tried to concentrate on some of his other work.  Instead, he found himself staring blankly at the screen thinking of little else.  Every minute, then hour, was counted as he waited for the pathologist to get back to him. 

Then midway through the afternoon, the phone rang in his small office.  Sean suddenly felt nervous.  Unfortunately, it was a short conversation and not the news that Sean wanted to hear.  No pubic hair had been removed from the female victim’s vagina.  His heart sank; no link was established.  All that time and energy was spent for nothing.  Worse still, all of the blood was from the victims. 

He sank into the back of his wheelchair and stared at the white ceiling.  Perhaps he had become overly invested in the investigation.  Then Laura popped her head around the door wondering if there had been any update. 

The last thing Sean wanted to do was talk to someone but he tried to put up a brave face on it.  She could tell how disappointed he was that there was no link and told him that you just never know when a new clue might appear.  He nodded in agreement, even if he didn’t think it at the time. 

Little did he know then, but a few hours later things were to get much worse.  As Sean was leaving out the back of the Garda Station, there was Billy waiting by his car, covertly holding up a newspaper over his face, presumably so he couldn’t be identified by any of the surveillance cameras. 

Sean’s heart thumped knowing that he was in all sorts of danger. 

“Eh what the fuck are you doing here?” he said angrily, but quietly all the same. 

“I’ve been looking for you and I don’t like having to look for people,” he replied. 

It was true, Sean had been ignoring his calls for him and the occasional note left at his house for weeks, blindly hoping that Billy would just go away.  Alas, he was not to have such luck. 

“You work for me pig, don’t ever forget that.  Now I have a little mission for you, cripple.  Meet me at the Kindergarten 3 pm Thursday or you’ll live to regret it,” he said sternly before walking slowly away. 

Sean became teary-eyed; the realization that he would never be done with Billy was now really hitting him.  Maybe he should just turn his wheelchair around and hand himself in, telling his colleagues everything. No, things had just gone too far for that; he pulled himself together and got into the car. 

Sean did contact her the next day and the day after.  Their love quickly blossomed.  It wasn’t long before she was spending the odd night at his house.  The sex was different but good and satisfying. 

It was kind, considerate and long.  With time and attention, they learned how to pleasure one another; whether it was the sensitive spot on Aimee’s neck or Sean getting his nipples sucked; they found ways to bring each other to an unconventional kind of orgasm. 

If only everything else in Sean’s life could have been so rosy.  The Ripper, although now quiet for what seemed a very long time was still at large.  The task force had been somewhat downgraded and he was mostly doing other work.  Yet, none of it could hold his interest the way The Ripper did. 

Billy was sniffing around again looking for more information.  Sean had tried to fob him off but he was becoming increasingly insistent and had enough on Sean to put him away for many years.  The last thing Sean wanted was to leave the force in public humiliation. 

So, it with great positivity that he embraced Aimee’s suggestion that they go on a holiday together.  She had intended they go somewhere in Ireland but Sean scoffed at that suggestion, thinking silently to himself that would be too close and Billy could still contact him. 

Somewhere in England for a week would be much better and they should go very soon.  At first, Aimee protested that she needed time to save up for such a trip.  But Sean insisted that he would be a good boyfriend and pay for it.  After all, he had told her that he was very serious about her and this was not just a frivolous relationship.  In any event, it was now early Autumn and the weather was predicted to be good, it could be their last opportunity to get away for some time. 

That night the internet research began.  They both liked the idea of a road trip; Sean had always wanted to drive through the United Kingdom so he quickly got quite excited at the prospect.  Aimee suggested going to Liverpool for the week but Sean wanted to go further.  However, they both agreed it could be one of the stops. 

It was after that agreement that Sean brought up the fact that he had always wanted to go to London; there was something mythical about the place – the history, monuments and great places to visit.  In particular, Sean had always wanted to see the London Eye. 

Aimee required some convincing though; it would be such a long trip.  But eventually, over a few days, Sean convinced her it was a good idea or at least, she went along with it, anyway. 

The internet proved to be an invaluable resource in planning the trip.  Surprisingly, they were able to organize everything to leave the following Monday.  The ferry, hotels they would be staying in and even the London Eye were all booked in quick succession.   

It was with some relief when the following Monday finally came along.  Billy had wanted to meet but Sean was able to tell him that he would be out of the country.  So, it was with a sense of glee that Sean set off on the trip with Aimee by his side. 

The first stop destination was Dublin port to get the ferry to Hollyhead.  Neither of them had been on the ferry previously so it was a new experience for both.  Unfortunately, there were quite big waves on the sea and Aimee quickly became unwell. 

Sean had more of a head for it though and relished the experience.  He left Aimee for a time to have a look at the amenities on the ship.  In one location you could take a seat and watch the latest film; in another, you could play games consoles or even go out the back of the ship to look at the sea. 

It was a short trip taking just shy of two hours to cross the sea to Wales.  That was the real beginning of the holiday.  The next few days were some of the best Sean ever had.  It wasn’t the trip though that made it special, it was Aimee.  There was nothing that matched waking up in the morning and looking into her beautiful eyes; to feel her soft skin pressed against his body; he never thought he would enjoy life so much. 

The London Eye was as special as he thought it would be.  It never came to a complete halt so you just had to wheel onto it at exactly the right time.  The view when the pod reached its maximum height was fantastically panoramic.  Sean and Aimee were able to look over the bustling city in perfect bliss.  The sound of the French students, who got on at the same time chatting away only added to the experience. 

Sean suggested they go for a few pints when they got back to the hotel, which was in the heart of the city.  Aimee quickly agreed; a few pints were needed after another busy day and they were both exhausted from pushing their wheelchairs around all day. 

The bar, which was on the ground floor of a six-story hotel and looking onto the street was busy but they managed to find a nice corner for themselves.   It was too crowded to move much, so they waited for a staff member to come their way.  This took a few minutes, but they didn’t mind as they were both happy just to relax for a while. 

Then the pints began to flow.  The staff were pleasant and made sure to check if they needed another one every so often.  Originally, they were supposed to be taking it easy but it quickly turned into a session. 

After Sean had his third pint, his tongue began to loosen and he started to strike up random conversations with those around him.  Being mostly tourists themselves, they were happy to chat away too. 

There were the students from Australia, the couple from Scotland and a group of South Africans.  Sean was in his element but Aimee being a much more reserved type retired back to their room after the first two hours to rest.  She told Sean that there was no need for him to rush back and to enjoy himself.    It was music to his ears. 

As he was talking to the group of South Africans, a man with a strong Yorkshire accent at another table interjected. 

“Sorry Sir, did you say you were a police officer from Ireland?” 

If someone asked him that question in a pub back in Ireland, it would make Sean nervous.  The conversation would quickly take a nasty turn to speeding fines or the like.   But Sean felt comfortable enough about it in London. 

He turned around to face the man who was having dinner with a woman, then smiled and said that he was. 

“Do you hear that Maggie, imagine that!  This guy’s a copper from Ireland.  I’m a police officer too, from here in London.  Just having dinner and some pints here with the wife.  My name is Jim,” he replied in a jolly tone. 

Police officers always have a great affinity for one another even when they’re from different countries.  There’s a sense of brotherhood about fighting crime, no matter where or when it is.  But it turned out they were both detectives making it all the greater. 

For the next few hours, they became engrossed in conversation with Maggie saying she would pick up her husband later in their car.  There was just so much to discuss.  The differing staffing and crime levels between the two jurisdictions, not to mention the details of how Sean came to be in a wheelchair. 

Inevitably though the topic of the “Irish Ripper” came to the fore.  Sean was surprised that Jim had heard very little about him, save for remembering a brief mention on the news one night. 

Sean slowly brought him up to speed about the murders and their savagery as well as the different theories about who might be behind them.  Jim was surprised that there was not more about them on this side of the pond. 

But Sean told him that there was very little talk about Ireland in the UK full stop.  It might as well be on the other side of the globe.  If you wanted to know what was happening in Ireland, you had to buy an Irish paper as if it was some curious special interest. 

Sean then told Jim that what really fascinated him was how the Ripper just suddenly appeared from nowhere, and yet was in so proficient at what he did.    Nobody in Ireland could quite figure it out.  It seemed like he could break into anyone’s house without leaving any clues. 

Jim stopped and looked into space for the moment as if he had suddenly become lost in his thoughts.  After a moment, Sean quizzed him about what was on his mind. 

“It’s just what you’re describing reminds me of a case here in England a few years ago.  Except, he was mostly a rapist.  He terrorized Reading and got the moniker of the Reading Rapist.  No matter what we did, we couldn’t stop him.  Then he just stopped the attacks.  To be honest, there was just a huge sense of relief. 

Maybe like what happens with many police operations, we merely moved him on to a different area,” he said in somewhat of a distraught tone. 

Although by now quite intoxicated, Sean suddenly became focused. 

“What do you mean by mostly a rapist?” 

Jim explained that a couple was murdered as the attacks came to an end but there were differing opinions about whether they were the same man as the rapist.  It might have just been a coincidence. 

For the next hour, nothing was discussed except “The Reading Rapist”.  It was obvious that he was a psychopath, but was he a killer? 

He was a ghoul with no understanding of the concept of remorse.  Of particular disgust he was known to phone his victims months after the attacks, taunting them on the phone and telling that he wasn’t quite finished them yet causing them further huge distress.  Jim had seen the aftermath once himself with a woman sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.  The local police had never encountered anything like it before.  The sheer nastiness of the fellow, he simply loved the despair of others. 

They had little knowledge of what the rapist looked like, he always wore a ski mask and gloves.  Some of the women stated that he had a small penis, though that did nothing to alleviate their suffering.  There was one peculiar thing about him though, he took pubic hair from his victims as some sort of trophy. 

Sean seized on this information; this is something that could have been missed on the autopsies of victims in Ireland.  He needed to take this information back home.  It could help to crack the case. 

For a brief alcohol-infused moment Sean felt like he had special powers, that he could see things that others just couldn’t; imagining his future appearance on the RTE news explaining how he had caught “The Irish Ripper”. 

A fellow drunk then interrupted the conversation and the topic changed to rugby and which country had the best team.  It would last a further hour before all finally agreed that it was time for bed.  Well, that and the fact that no further alcohol was going to be served. 

Jim rang his wife for the lift home but not before sticking a calling card into Sean’s pocket; Sean then began the long, arduous process of heading up to his room and into bed.  The wheelchair felt so much harder to push over the hallway carpet after a few drinks.  Fortunately, he just about managed to open the door of his room and get into the bed. 

The next morning came far too quickly for Sean.  Aimee, who for the first time on the trip was less than impressed with him insisted on drawing the curtains once she was up in a passive-aggressive manner.  It was the first time he had seen this side of her. 

“Is there something wrong?” he innocently asked, before regretting it almost instantaneously. 

She was disgusted with him coming into the room so drunk.  This was supposed to be a romantic holiday, not a booze-up.  Sean apologized but she abruptly left the room.  He would have to do a lot of sweet-talking later. 

As he lay on the bed thinking about the night before, trying to remember what had happened, he suddenly remembered meeting Jim and their long conversation about the Reading Rapist and The Irish Ripper.  It gave him a sudden burst of energy to get up and write down all the important points into his notes.  They would be so interested to hear all about this back in Dublin, he was sure of it.