Page 40 of The Doctor's Wolf: Part Two
But should I have gotten him a book?I know he reads on his phone a lot, but a nice book is a nice book.
Gordon was doubting himself all the way home, and then once he got back home, he felt very useless.Mil had gone to her guest room to read, and Gordon couldn’t quite bring himself to dive into his own books, not when it felt like he should be working or do something nice for his mate.
Wait.I know exactly what to do for him.He lets me drink his blood all the time.Gordon walked into the kitchen and looked at the fridge.I’ll make dinner for my mate.That shouldn’t be too hard.
Gordon pulled out his Kawaii Demon Hunter mug, made himself some coffee, and brought his laptop to the kitchen table where Adler and Mil had eaten their breakfast earlier in the day.
It’s not like I don’t remember food, kind of, it’s just that it’s been a long time.But Mom would make this casserole with noodles, and Paula loved that.Cooking and baking are only chemistry, right?I can do this for him.For my mate.
As if it were a case involving an unusual manner of death, Gordon researched.It took him about an hour after which he checked to make sure Adler had everything that was needed.
Then, he got to work, interrupting only when Mil walked into the kitchen, looking for a snack.He made her a sandwich with the crusts cut off, and the little wolf watched him with big eyes as he sauteed onions, pretty much mirroring Gordon’s own surprise.
Never thought I’d be doing this after becoming a vampire,he thought as he made a roux, just like the nice fae on the MyTube had said.
Gordon felt a strange sense of accomplishment when he had the food in the oven and texted Adler a covert plea to come home soon.With nothing more to do but wait and make sure the casserole’s crust turned golden and not black, Gordon decided it was time he looked at the old Jack the Ripper case as well as at their own Pearson case.
He refilled the Kawaii Demon Hunter mug, feeling not unlike Kawaii Hunter himself.He connected to the Forum’s network, frowning at the old-timey look of it just like he always did.In one of his own folders, he’d started collecting observations from his point of view about the cases, but once they’d caught Pearson, he’d not seen the need to continue it.
“I’m glad I did this now,” he said before taking another sip and opening his file.
The first few pages were notes from the autopsies, basically a short summary of how the victims had been strangled, how they’d been dead when Pearson had cut into them.
What we know from the old cases in London, Gordon had titled the section of his notes on the London Ripper.It was what he’d researched when all of this had started, when he’d been afraid he’d need it as a point of reference a lot more than he actually had.
His notes read:
Murders committed at nighttime.
Five victims were fae, three human (though not confirmed).One possible assault/attempted abduction (?)
Victims were not drained of blood (though given forensics of the day, some exsanguination remains a possibility).
Messages written in blood.
Organs taken: kidney, ovaries, liver.None recovered (kidney sent to journalist fake).
Autopsy done by human surgeon.Presumes killer has some medical knowledge.Data collected then makes this difficult to confirm or discount.(I hate forensics back then).
(Fake?) Letters sent to reporters blame werewolves for attacks.
Werewolves blame vampires for attacks; why?
While the kitchen filled with food smells, Gordon reached for the Kawaii Demon Hunter mug as he looked over the notes again.
“Maxim was right about how this was a mess,” he said, then sipped some of his coffee.
Gordon read over what he’d found out about Pearson, how she’d been orphaned young, how she’d always been with foster families.When Maxim had asked him to get an old file of hers, Gordon had managed to find it through an old psychiatrist friend.
He’d read it cover to cover before giving it to Maxim, and one small thing had stood out to him, one thing that took on a different light now.
“What was it in the margins, ‘happy to take direction from older boys she considers savvy.’That’s what one of her doctors noted.”
Gordon hadn’t paid it much mind then, especially because the handwritten note had been so faded, and it had never come up in the file again.
Now, he wondered if it was important.He began writing an email to Maxim, then stopped before he could even come up with a subject line.He headed back to the living room to get his new phone and wrote a quick text to ask Maxim for his opinion.
He hit send just in time.A second later, the apartment door opened, and a second after that, Gordon’s food alarm went off.
