Meg was standing and staring out of a window so vast that it had no right to call itself one. It should have been called a glass wall instead. On the other side was London. A city she knew better than any black cab driver or television historian. Meg was one of Jack the Ripper’s victims, but she had been brought back to life to serve the Silent King. Around her neck was a beautiful Italian silk scarf. Today’s was an explosion of yellow and pink with small horses printed across it. Underneath the scarf were the scars that the Ripper had created. Meg was the only one that still carried them. She could have had plastic surgery to hide them, but she kept them, and no one that knew her ever asked why.
The Women of the Chapel were five in number – there was Meg, Sally, Sue, Mary and Helen. They
