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RS/I don't know you anymore
Apr. 24th, 2014 10:00 pmHe sat in silence with Mrs Ramsay for two whole days before he eventually decided to return to work.
On his first day back, Reid said nothing and he was there. Drake was professional, polite, as he would be to outsider - any lying, deceitful degenerate.
Reid kept them apart as much as possible, but it didn't make the pain any less. Drake went to the work, went to the pub, went down the docks to box a few rounds - to feel something, anything, and to earn enough to keep the roof over his and Mrs Ramsay's heads.
Then the Americans came. And Drake realised he had never really known the man at all.
Matthew Judge killed a man in Leman Street and Drake's heart broke a little more. After he thought there was nothing in him left to break.
He was only going through the motions, his sleep and food neglected, his world dark and shadowed.
It was just another day in this darkness, this agonising pit of anger and betrayal, when Fred Abberline burst into the dead room in the middle of an autopsy.
"We have our Ripper, boys."
On his first day back, Reid said nothing and he was there. Drake was professional, polite, as he would be to outsider - any lying, deceitful degenerate.
Reid kept them apart as much as possible, but it didn't make the pain any less. Drake went to the work, went to the pub, went down the docks to box a few rounds - to feel something, anything, and to earn enough to keep the roof over his and Mrs Ramsay's heads.
Then the Americans came. And Drake realised he had never really known the man at all.
Matthew Judge killed a man in Leman Street and Drake's heart broke a little more. After he thought there was nothing in him left to break.
He was only going through the motions, his sleep and food neglected, his world dark and shadowed.
It was just another day in this darkness, this agonising pit of anger and betrayal, when Fred Abberline burst into the dead room in the middle of an autopsy.
"We have our Ripper, boys."
