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Nicolas Hamel
The First Serial Killer
In the troublesome times of the nineteenth century, the United Kingdom was gripped by an epidemic of crime that brought fear into the population households . The parliament decided to hire many new inspectors and policemen, and one of them was me. I was assigned to the central police in London and was awarded the famous Sherlock Holmes as my senior inspector. Our first case was given to us just a few days later and we had to go see a homicide scene in the infamous White Chapel area. This area was one of poverty and prostitution, the alleys were dark even in the daylight. Electricity wasn’t present in such a district, there were many drunk, dead or unconscious people lying in the streets. The murder that just happened was even worse than everything I had ever seen. The body was dismantled, organs were missing and she was cut everywhere, this was the work of someone truly mad and crazy. My world renowned colleague and I started the investigation, but we didn’t talk very much so information wasn’t shared and this in turn slowed the process of solving this case. Sherlock had many theories but none of them made sense to me, and just as we were closing on what kind of person could do this, another murder even bloodier and more gruesome happened in the same deprived area. This second scene was horrible to witness but Sherlock decided not to go to said crime scene. At first, I found it strange not to look at a crime scene to try to solve the murder, but I decided to let him have his techniques of solving puzzles since he was so famous. What was interesting about these crimes were the victims. They were all found alone in the same general area and both had the same profession, they were the ladies of the night. This lack of meaningful discussion was truly hindering this massive investigation until one day Sherlock said something that truly intrigued me. He told me a detail only a person present at the crime scene or someone who talked to the other investigators could know. Sherlock was none of these people and it made me wonder how he could know such a thing. This information kept bugging me so I decided to investigate Sherlock Holmes and found that he had no alibi and was noticed in the White Chapel district during those nights. One day I decided to follow him to investigate my hunch even further, and I was never seen again. They never caught this serial killer, named Jack the Ripper by the newspaper of the time, and he went down in history, as did the name of Sherlock Holmes.