Mum clutched at my arm when I bumped into her, in my effort to create more space between the Ripper and us. “What's he talking about, Finn? What's going on here?”
I couldn't force words out of my parched throat.
The Ripper continued speaking. “I was delighted when Bryan began following me. He thought he was so clever, and he followed me, every minute, of every day when he had the opportunity. It became somewhat of a game, seeing how far I could push him, how much I could let him discover, before I needed to kill him. One day, he followed me out to the cave. The only misfortune – one that I didn't allow for – was that your brother chose that day, to report to his superiors that he had a lead on where you were being held. They sent backup to follow him out to the cave, and before I had the
