Title:Savage
Author(s): Richard Laymon
Publisher(s): Leisure Books
Pages: 448
Year: 2007
Format: EPUB
Language: English
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He’d had a lot more practice in the way of knives, and he was a head taller than me so he’d have me beat on reach. Besides, I was scared witless of him. I’d be doing enough if I just stayed on his trail.
He led me this way and that, picking streets that were mostly deserted. I hung back. I kept off to the side so I could duck into doorways or alleys in case he might take a notion to look over his shoulder.
He acted like he didn’t have a worry. He never once checked his rear. I got a side view of his face a few times when he turned corners, but couldn’t tell much. Just too dark, and his hat brim shadowed it from the street lamps. All I could see was he had a beaky nose and a weak chin.
I judged as how it might be a good thing to get a close-up look. But I didn’t dare have a go at that. Knowing his face wouldn’t count for much if I ended up dead for trying.
The trick was to stay alive and not lose him.
After a while, it started seeming like a fairly simple trick. He wasn’t being cautious or dodgy. He walked along like a gentleman out for a stroll. I didn’t have a bit of trouble keeping my eyes on him.
Though we sometimes walked by other folks, they minded their own affairs. A few gave me odd looks, but none spoke to me or raised any sort of fuss.
I got to pondering what a hero I’d be for tracking Jack the Ripper to his lair. Why, I’d be the most popular bloke in London, in the whole of England, for that matter. Her Majesty the Queen, herself, would likely honor me. Mother, she’d be just so proud…
That reminded me of Mother’s plight, the reason I’d set out in the first place. Well, I hadn’t managed to fetch Uncle Bill, but it didn’t seem very important just now. Barnes wouldn’t be getting out of the handcuffs. Mother ought to be all right.
What I should do, I decided, was go and find Uncle Bill first thing after discovering the Ripper’s lodging place. That way, he’d get in on the glory.
I picked up my pace when the Ripper vanished around a corner. I got him in sight again. He was strolling toward a street lamp, toward a woman who stood there holding on to the post.
She spoke to him. I couldn’t make out her words.
He walked over to her.
There was nobody else on the street that I could see.
I went all soft inside and felt like my heart might explode, it was thumping so hard.
He doesn’t dare! I thought.
I stood frozen while the woman took his arm and snuggled up against him and they started walking off together.
He’d done two in one night before, so this shouldn’t have surprised me. But it sure did. I’d just known he would lead me straight to his lodgings and I’d end up a hero.
It wasn’t about to happen that way, though.
Mary hadn’t been enough for him. He was fixing to butcher this gal, too.
It’d be my fault, if I let it happen.
I dug the knife out of my pocket, pried open its blade and rushed after them.
My father had died in battle. If it was good enough for him, it was good enough for me. I reckoned I might be meeting up with him any second. Eager as I was for the reunion, though, I hoped it wouldn’t happen for considerable more years.
I didn’t want to die just yet. But I couldn’t let this gal get killed, either.
I slowed down a trifle as the distance closed. Pretty soon, I was no more than a few paces behind them. The gal wore a bonnet. Her head was leaning against his shoulder, and her arm was hooked around his back. He had one arm around her. His other swung the leather case along at his side.
They hadn’t heard me yet. I was holding my breath. It helped, too, having lost my shoes to the thieves.
It went against the grain to backstab a fellow.
I went on and did it anyway.
Charged right up behind him and jammed my blade through his coat.
He let out a sharp cry. I tugged the blade out to get ready for another go. Before I could stick him again, he whirled around. His case clobbered the side of my face and sent me staggering. As I fell on my rump, the woman took to screaming. Then she took to her heels.
The Ripper didn’t go after her.
I’d saved her.
But matters were looking dicey for me.
I scrambled to get up as the Ripper came at me. He didn’t seem to be in any great hurry. He switched the case to his left hand, reached inside the front of his coat, and came out with a knife. Likely the same knife he’d used on Mary.
“You’re Jack the Ripper!” I blurted as I got to my feet.
“Am I now?” he asked.
It was the same voice I’d heard on the bed above me.
I backed away into the street and slashed about with my knife to keep him at a distance.
His knife was a damn sight bigger. He didn’t swing it at me. He just held it steady in front and looked like he didn’t plan to fool around, just ram it through my gizzard and hoist me off my feet with it.
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