Eric swallowed the rising bile, this was horrific. He gave Richtofen a side long look, then it hit him. The Ripper was gone. 

"Bloody Hell! we missed the Son of a Bitch!" He wiped the rain off the edge of his hat and face with his left hand cradling the shotgun in his right arm. The poor girl was a bloody mess. Quite literally. Suddenly Eric looked up whirled and darted into the street scanning the crowd but he knew it was futile The Ripper was gone again. 

With that he walked back to the mouth of the alley and re-examined the scene, messy as hell. He walked over to the victim crouching down over the visceral remains, shotgun braced with the butt on the cobblestones looking over the scene taking in details, the way the blood pooled and flowed in the rain. Before he stepped around the body to a box of crates where he gently freed a pit of cloth from the edge of one of the boxes which it had been caught. It wasn't much but it told Marcus volumes. 

"The bastard was waiting in the Alley..." Eric grimaced as he said it.