FOURTEEN
JACK
The flames from the log fire in the grate cast dancing shadows round the room, and the occasional soft crackling sound of a log settling into a new position as it burned down added a certain atmospheric quality to the room as Forbes went on with his story.
“Jack Reid found it harder and harder to concentrate on his everyday life and on his job valetting cars as the dreams and the feeling of being ‘possessed’ began to take its toll on him. He’d managed two nights with no dreams, or should I say nightmares of the Ripper’s victims when, as he put it to me, he faced for the first time, the ultimate horror of a direct contact with what he described as the spirit of Jack the Ripper. He’d fallen into a fitful sleep, as had become the norm ever since he’d found and re-read the jou
