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A heinous and blood-thirsted killer is on the loose in New York City and targeting a certain demographic of men. At end, he will claim the lives of seven men, six of whose very killings directly mimic those of Jack the Ripper of Whitechapel, London fame. The “types” of slayings, the manner of death, and even the very “initials” of each victim's name all closely mirror those found slain at the hands of Red Jack in 1888. So, who is behind the slashings, and why are they even occurring?
The city’s best Major Crimes Unit is already on the case, along with a Medical Examiner and an embedded reporter, now all in a race against time to find out the very who and the why behind the bizarre series of crimes. Can the investigative team crack the case before more victims fall to the Ripper's blade?
Dark and deliciously evil, with villainy run amok, the novel is a bloody nail-biter that doesn’t let up and doesn’t let go; the ultimate in whodunits that will have you shrieking but coming back for more! Better fasten your seatbelts and don your sleuthing hats, then prepare for a roller-coaster drop and the most harrowing ride of your life: “DEAR BOSS: The Hunt for the New York Ripper”.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	22 janvier 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669856504
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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DEAR BOSS:

THE HUNT FOR THE NEW YORK RIPPER

LAWRENCE A. DE GRAW

Copyright © 2023 by Lawrence A. De Graw

Library of Congress Control Number:
2023900111
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978-1-6698-5650-4

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 01/20/2023

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TABLE OF CONTENTS
An Opening Gambit: Tabram and Tabor on Commerce Street
Walking Barrow
A Killer Among Us
Danger Close
A Walk on the Wet Side
A View to a Kill: Novaks
Pomeroy and Robles: The Tiger and the Bull
A Captain’s Mandate
Pimleur’s Way
Ellen Macklin, Cub Reporter
Skip Trace on Kettle: Who Was That Man?
Macklin Meets Pomeroy on Grove Street
Skip Trace on Kettle: Where Did He Go?
Pimleur Reaches Out
Pomeroy Meets Macklin: Setting the Rules
The Grove Street Findings
Pimleur’s Worry: Macklin at the Coroner’s Inquest
Action9News: 1st Broadcast
Murder Most Foul: Chapel
Dr. Richard Pimleur (Chapel)
It All Comes Back to the Numbers
The Captain’s Progress Report I
By the Numbers: Numerology or Algebra (Prysock)
Action9News: 2nd Broadcast
Volstad Plans His Third Kill
Berserker: The Double Event: Strunk
Dr. Richard Pimleur (Strunk)
The Captain’s Progress Report II
An Update for Prysock (I)
Action9News: 3rd Broadcast
The S Progress Report III
Bogdan Volstad: A Killer’s Profile
Berserker: The Double Event: Enders
Volstad on Bedford
Dr. Richard Pimleur (Enders)
A Look at the Initials: The Big Reveal (I)
Robles Catches a Break
An Update for Prysock (II)
The Big Powwow
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
In the House of Butchery and Contempt: Kirwin
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
Dr. Richard Pimleur
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
Pimleur Findings on Kirwin
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
A Roundtable Case Review: The Big Reveal (I)
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
The Ripper: Scourge of the News
A Roundtable Case Review: The Big Reveal (II)
Action9News: 4th Broadcast
Bogdan Volstad: Revenge Tactic
An Evening Out for Two
Nights of Stalk and Prowl
A Ripperologist’s Insight
Shots Ring Out in the Night
A Moment of Terror
Volstad Bolts: Beating a Hasty Retreat
The Captain Responds
A Profile Emerges
Follow Our Best Lead
Brown and Bruner: Catherine and Water Street
Volstad the Butcher Meets Bruner
In the Course of Pursuit
Volstad Revealed
A Sluggish Recovery: Alhambra Nights
Volstad Returns
Finding the Long Way Home
Evil Stalks the Night
A Truth Told
Tender Moments Dispirited
The Grinding of Teeth
Rounding a Corner
The Hell Out of Dodge
The Captain’s Inquiry
Fear Goes for a Ride
Riding Shotgun
A Persecution Most Real
Pedal to the Metal: The Quickest Way Out
Night Flight
Out of the Line of Fire
The Next Move Is Yours
A Captain on the Edge
Parlor Games
Stomping in the Mosh Pit
Follow the Blood Trail
Picking Up the Scent
Any Port in a Storm
Terror Stalks the Night
A Gnashing of Teeth
Inner Sanctums
A Stitch in Time
The Long, Long Hall
Two or More Blades
Steeped in Blood
Where the Trail Leads
Closing in for the Kill
Guns Down, Safeties Off
A Deadly Ruse
The Knight-Errant
Stay Put
A Turn to the West
20-David Sergeant
A Parting Shot
Ears Up!
In the Blink of an Eye
Two Shots and a Quick Flight
The Captain Throws Down
In the Turning of a Corner
Loaded for Bear
Run, Duck, and Shoot
“Suspect is Down!”
Blessed Are the Vested
The Takedown
Gun, Gun, Gun!
Slow to Rise, Quick to Recover
Officer Down
Endgame: A Dead Reckoning
A Prosecutor’s Delight
“Justice Delayed Is Justice Denied”
A Tale of the Dragić
Pinca, Kielbasa, and Istrian Stew
Throw the Book At
The Last Escape
Epilogue: A Delicious Evil

“Jack the Ripper Under a Lamppost” is used courtesy of, and permission by, the Jack the Ripper Museum at: https://www.jacktherippermuseum.com/ .
AN OPENING GAMBIT: TABRAM AND TABOR ON COMMERCE STREET
7 AUGUST—PRESENT DAY
H istorically, much had happened on the date of August 7, as indeed somewhere in the world it would mark the birth of the infamous courtesan and failed spy Mata Hari in the Netherlands in 1847. In World War II, it would mark the bloody beginnings of the Allied invasion landings at Guadalcanal in 1942, as Tulagi and Henderson Field soon went up in flames in advance of the amphibious assault on the beach. In 1944, a young IBM Corporation much on the rise would find its footing in a brand-new data-processing industry by unveiling its rollout of a prototypical ASCC automated calculator that would be called the “Harvard Mark 1.” And in a series of seedy dark-shadowed alleys and backstreets of old London town, a fleshed and bloodied Jack the Ripper would indulge his lustful and savage urges as he ran wild and terrorized the citizens of Whitechapel in late 1888.
And on at least one of those London fog evenings, it was even then that a tipsy Martha Tabram would stagger about her seedy underworld and sit down with “Pearly Poll” and two soldiers at a tavern called the Angel and the Crown , just off George Yard, to savor a pint of ale with friends. Much would still need to be done to even “finalize” the very payment terms of their nightly trysts, and the two men must pay up first before they could even indulge their lustful urges.
Carnal pleasures were the note of the day, and soon enough monies would change hands to seal the agreement, and the two ladies of the evening would split up and walk off into the London mist with their respective clients. But it would also be the last time Tabram would ever be seen alive, soon enough to be found at the place of her final undoing on a step landing in a dark hallway of a George Yard tenement.
Jack would have taken his first victim that night— perhaps . Or perhaps it was just the studied speculation of the many present-day “Ripperologists” who only now might hint that he had even done so. Of the five lost women that old “Saucy Jack” was alleged to have slain in steeped blood in his time, had it been only Polly Nichols, from the list of the ACCEPTED canonical five that would most matter as his “first” on August 31? Or had it indeed been otherwise? Might it indeed have been the debaucherous Tabram herself on a far earlier date of August 7?
The debate would rage on for more than a century—a century of dark uncertainty and years of piecing together the many puzzle parts left behind by the slasher himself. Only now had it become more and more likely and almost accepted as truth. Could Martha Tabram have been Jack’s own first , with others following in suit with their own foul deeds? Perhaps it had truly been so, much as it would be all these years later …

Padding the dark and deeply shadowed lanes just at the end of Barrow Street in New York City’s own West Greenwich Village, old Martin Tabor stumbled along with a halting gait, head down and collar turned up against the trespass of cool pelting rain. Heavy with sorrow by the burdening news he’d just received earlier in the day, the ailing seventy-nine-year-old veteran had just been given a virtual death sentence with a chilling diagnosis of a stage-4 renal cell carcinoma that was even now slowly eating away at his kidneys with an immeasurable decay. Indeed, for the better part of his life, in fact, it was a condition he didn’t even know he had, but one with which he’d now have to cope as best he could.
And thus the old man ambled on in silent solitude with coupled misery, much as distracting visions of a life gone by flashed through his head like a series of daguerreotype stills that seemed ever in motion. They were stills of a lifelong past and a life well-lived, snapshots of a time fraught with high adventure and daring exploit, of a life lived voraciously and without regret, always pushing the envelope with seemingly slight regard.
Born in late 1945, old Martin Tabor had been too young to be a conscript in any of the service branches in World War II and had instead found that his niche and time could only come much later during the early years of the Vietnam conflict itself. And when indeed it was his turn to volunteer, he had decidedly gone “naval aviation” all the way since, in his estimation, what else was t