Chapter 37I suffered a mixed dose of disappointment and relief the following morning, when I woke up and still couldn't solve the mystery of the Ripper's identity. The sculpture remained front and centre in my mind, constantly in my thoughts and I was certain I did know the answer, but it was eluding me. Snippets of what I'd created kept flashing through my mind, but I couldn't put a name to the sections of face I'd recalled. I was certain it was someone I'd seen before – but not a person with whom I'd spent a lot of time. I had the idea he was someone I'd had limited contact with in the past, like a guy serving coffee in a Starbucks, or someone I'd passed in the halls at the community college where I taught sculpting. The sense of recognition was there, tucked away in my mind, and Ginny a
