My knuckles white around the handle.
The Ripper wrapped my trembling hand in his.
"He was not a good man..." I tried to justify myself. "You don’t know what I went through at his narcissistic hands. He ruled this whole city, had power over everything, it was the only way to escape his claws. I would never have been able to get rid of him..."
His eyes softened.
"There is no need to explain yourself to me, my love. I will be the last person to judge you for that," he said softly. "My knife does not find the throats of innocent men." His voice dropped an octave. "But now what, investigator? Will you arrest the killer, or become one?"
What should I do? I asked myself.
Terror took hold of me when I realized that, in a way, I was his accomplice.
We were accomplices to each other.
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