Eric pocketed the scrap of cloth, looking up ever so slightly at the torrential downpour. Richtofen hated the rain but Eric had grown up with it and he still loved it even though London was always rather dreary for it. The storm had grown since earlier in the evening and he shivered but not from the cold. Murders he could handle, this was something all together different. What kind of sick bastard ate womens internal organs? There was probably more to this than Marcus was letting on. Especially given that the wounds looked nothing like any kind of mark any knife he knew of made. Something also felt funny about how quickly it had all happend. He swore it had only taken him a matter of seconds to cut across and come back up the other said and the monster had still vanished into the night. And to compared that Richtofen had been right with him and he couldnt fault the German's eye sight. With a heavy sigh he covered his double barrel with his coat so as not to attract too much unwanted attention, and ran his eyes over their motley group. Spencer was correct they couldn't keep this covered up forever especially given the grusome nature of the murders but something was off about this one, perhaps they really had interrupted The Ripper in the act but he was not sure. More investigfation would be required but the bloody rain was causing serious problems for the scene of the death he was lucky the wind hadn't taken the scrap of cloth he had managed to recover from the crates at the head of the alleyway.

"So how are we going to transport the body Marcus? And Spencer is right. What's our covered going to be? The met is going to be asking questions and I don't particularly want to be hauled into The yard for questioning given the fact that everyone there thinks I'm dead, I'm willing to wager that won't go over very well with the boys."