According to the address, Moss lived in a small lodging a little ways from Garrison Lane. His hunting ground wasn't far away. Jane thought of the easy access as she walked up the street. Garrison Lane was the heart of Small Heath. A majority of its debauchery accumulated within the center. Amidst all the drunkards, fighters and prostitutes, nobody would've taken notice to him. He would've worn a coat and peaked hat shielding him from curious eyes. Moss knew he could hide in plain sight. She felt so foolish. Moss lived in Small Heath his entire life. He'd know the place like the back of his hand. He'd have no trouble navigating through the backstreets.

A quick trip to Dr. Lester revealed all she needed. Walking into the clinic's pharmacy, she asked the shop girl if she'd fetch him. The elderly doctor came out and greeted her with a smile. She'd questioned him for some time. He'd appeared reluctant to answer her questions. He told her he didn't give out such confidential information. She insisted. She told him whatever he knew would be important. Dr. Lester sighed heavily as he retrieved Moss's medical files. He claimed Moss was a long-time patient of his. His father often came to Lester for help with Moss's condition. He even consented to treatment.

'What treatment?'

'Electric shock, Miss. I told him it might ease the boy's mind.'

Clearly, it hadn't. Jane asked him when he started prescribing the opium. Lester said after Mrs. Moss's death. The shock took a toll on him, and his condition only worsened. Lester said he'd been suffering from mood swings and blackouts. Moss would wake up one day and not remember what happened the night before. He said his patient also spoke of feeling detached from himself. He felt as if he truly wasn't Anthony Moss sometimes. Lester said the drinking didn't help either. The opium would relax his mind so he'd ease on into sleep. He gave him electric shock treatment, but it never seemed to fully work.

Jane walked up the stairs of the building, finding Moss's home at the end of the hall. Jane read about such a disease before. It was relatively new and limited in research. Sufferers ended up in asylums to unburden the family. When asked how Moss could still be around, Lester said Moss's father chose faith over science. Lester wasn't clear on details, but Moss ended up in a convent for a while. God-apparently-would cure his son. Remembering the ring, she assumed Moss didn't receive a proper treatment.

She picked the lock and opened the door. She coughed when the stench hit her nose. Walking inside, she observed her surroundings. Moss hadn't tidied up his house in a while. He hadn't swept the floor or dusted the furniture. He hadn't washed dishes or clothes. But, that wasn't the smell filling her lungs. Sniffing the air, she tracked the source into the kitchen where it was strongest. Blood stained the counter, seeping into the wooden cracks. He hadn't even put the knife in the sink. He simply left it for anyone to find. Jane didn't touch, but she examined the kidney lying on the cutting board. He'd sliced off a piece, leaving the rest for the flies. Seeing the herbs and the pot on the stove, he clearly wasn't as hungry as he thought. Opening an icebox, she didn't even flinch. Bits of reproductive organs and other parts sat in neat jars behind the doors. He labeled them based on the woman he stole them from. 'He kept them until he could eat them.' Based on the scene in the kitchen, Moss didn't have time to clean up.

'Dresser drawer wide open,' she said looking into the bedroom. 'He was in a hurry.' She saw the closet door wide open and several hangers without their clothes. He'd emptied out the bedside table. The uniform was over a chair, but missing the holster. 'He remembered his gun. Naturally, he'd need it wherever he was headed.' The bed remained unmade, the sheets turning this way and that. 'Clearly, he had trouble sleeping again. He decided his medication had better uses'. She found small bowl and pestle on the side table. She swiped the white residue and rubbed it between her fingers. 'He'd ground the tablets. He could disguise it as cocaine if he crushed them.'

She came back into the lounge where she found the cluttered coffee table. There she found a picture of a burly bearded man with a smaller lump of a boy. She guessed the man was Moss's father. The two of them stood in front of a sign reading 'Moss & Son's Meat Shop'. 'So he had experience with bodies,' Jane thought as she passed over it, 'He learned it in his father's shop. Human bodies are no different than pigs.' She searched for the kit. She hoped he'd left it behind. 'Don't be silly. He wouldn't leave his prized possession behind.'

"He ran off."

Jane turned to see Tommy in the doorway. The air felt so thick between them. It was cold and unfeeling. She didn't try fighting it. "I can see he did," she replied, "What tipped him off?"

"He heard I was coming for him," he said.

He put his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, and she suddenly saw it. She spotted the clarity in his eyes. He seemed so sure and confident. Jane glared at him, "How long have you known?"

"Since last night," he confessed. "When I chased after him, I got hold of him a moment. I saw his face."

"Why didn't you say anything? Why did you let him go?!"

"He fought me off," he defended. "At first, I wasn't sure who I'd caught. Anthony Moss would've tried standing his ground or asserting authority. This man only laughed at me. He told me all your work was pointless. He was Jack after all. He always got away, he said."

"He has a split personality," Jane told him. "He has two people in his mind. He has himself and this Jack person. He took drugs to suppress it, but I think his son's death worsened his condition."

"Not to mention what happened to his wife," he added. "What she'd done would make any mans blood boil."

"Maybe even overflow it," she said. "He knew you were on to him then?"

"The Anthony in him did," he sighed. Hands in his pockets, he continued, "He knew I'd come after him for what he did."

"If he even knows what he did," she told him. "I think Anthony hasn't been home in a long time. He won't remember or understand what he's done. There are bits of cloth in the soot over there," she pointed to the fireplace. "He tried burning his clothes. I assume he'd wake up the next morning and realize he'd done something wrong. He might not have known, but he'd want to cover it up either way." She looked at him, "You should have told someone. You should have said it to someone who could actually stop him. Now he's out there. Sure, he'll leave Birmingham, but it doesn't stop him from killing anywhere else."

"I didn't tell anyone because there's nobody to tell," he said. "Campbell couldn't care less about these murders. The police won't arrest one of their own. I would've handled him. You would've been safe."

"What do you mean?"

"You're the only other person who's been following him," he said. "You're the only woman who isn't afraid of him." He came to her, "You should go back to London. You're safer there."

She looked over his face. She gazed into his eyes, "You weren't protecting me from Byrne and the IRA."

"They never threatened you. They asked if you'd attend the meeting, but never mentioned hurting you," he admitted. "I thought it'd be best if you had another reason to leave." He caressed her cheek, "And, as expected, you're still here."

"I planned on going," she said. "I had my ticket and my suitcase," she nodded to it by the door. "I even said goodbye to Harry and Freddie. Then I went to the station and learned the truth. I can't leave now, Tommy. I can't leave knowing he's out there."

"I knew you'd say that," he sighed. "And I suppose there's no point in trying to change your mind?"

"Not this time."

"Then that's it, isn't it?" he said. "How do you plan on finding him?"

"I've told you before, Tommy," she smiled, "Everybody reads the papers."

It didn't take long for Gerald Irons to run the story. Jane gave him a name and possible whereabouts. She left out the cannibalism and mental illness. People should be warned, not frightened. Throughout the week, people sent in letters or called in claiming they'd seen him out in the streets. Most of them were hoaxes or jokes. Jane saw that many people weren't taking the accusation seriously. Harry told her a lot of people didn't believe her. They knew Moss better than she did. If he was a murdering lunatic, they would've caught on before. Officer Owens tried backing her story, but being a young man, he wasn't taken seriously. They thought him as one of Jane's admirers defending her.

The saving grace was the victims' families. Mary-Anne's mother brought a basket of baked goods. She thanked Jane for seeking out the truth and prayed she found her daughter's killer. Elizabeth's father offered his help, saying he had connections in the police department. If she needed him, she only had to ask. They all tried spreading support through the community. Unfortunately, few believed them. Jane knew they needed an arrest. Yes, she knew who the killer was now, but he was still at large.

"I told you to leave this case alone," her father said over the phone. "What did you plan to do once you caught him? You're not a real detective, Janey. You can't arrest anyone. I doubt you would be able to subdue a man like him."

"If I can prove to the police force that he is guilty," she said, "Then they would have to help. It's their duty as policemen."

"My dear Princess," he sighed, "You know as well as I do many powerful people don't care about duty. If anything, they'd cover it up. They'd discredit your evidence or even destroy it. You'd end up in the madhouse, not Anthony Moss."

"You wouldn't let them do that," she stated. Tommy wouldn't let them either. "Just, please, Dad," she begged, "Would you at least put an alert out? London is close by and crowded. It'd be even easier for him to hide there. You don't have to send search parties or patrols. Just let your men know that there's a murderer out there. Please, Dad?"

"I will do it," he said. "I will help you just this once. You put this killer out of your pretty little mind, and leave it to Daddy. I can get much farther than you can."

"Unfortunately so," she grumbled.

"I thought you'd be more concerned with Inspector Campbell," he said. "Arnold tells me he's not very fond of you."

"Naturally he'd mention me," she said. "Why should I care about him?"

"Well, he's pinned you as a suspect in his investigation too. He thinks you're in cahoots with this Shelby character. Arnold's told me it's about a missing shipment of guns bound for Libya. He's there to snuff out the communists as well. You wouldn't know anything about these guns, would you?"

"Of course not," she lied. "Those guns have never been a concern to me."

"Janey…" he said sternly, "You know better than to lie to your dad."

"I really don't know anything," she said. "If I did, I would've told someone by now."

"Unless," she could almost hear his teasing smile, "You have a soft spot for Mr. Shelby?"

"I don't," she replied. "He's only been helping me with my case. There's nothing between us."

"Of course there isn't," he said unconvinced. "Well darling, I will keep to my word. I will let my men know about Sergeant Moss and have them on lookout. In the meantime, please stay out of trouble. I've been receiving reports about IRA activity in Birmingham. I'd hate for you get mixed up in such affairs."

She thought about Byrne and Maguire, and said, "You know I'm not one for politics. That's always been Arnold's forte."

He laughed, "You two are not as different as you pretend. I've always told your mother you're two halves of the same coin."

"I know, Dad."

"Be safe," he said, "I love you, Princess."

"Love you too, Dad," she responded. "Send Mum my love too."

"Always."

She hung up the office phone and sighed. George Dawes won't allow a madman running through his streets. She knew he'd be as determined as her. Walking back into the bar, the door slammed open immediately. Jane looked and saw Ada Shelby stumbling into the bar. Sweaty and teary-eyed, she searched around the room until she found Jane.

"Jane," she breathed, "You have to find them!"

"Who? Ada, please, sit down," she helped her into a chair.

"Freddie and Tommy! They're going to kill each other! I know they will! Please Jane! You have to find them and stop them!"

"Calm down," she said. "Harry, get me a glass of water, please. Ada," she turned back to her, "Just breathe and relax. Nobody is killing anyone. Tommy and Freddie will work it out, and you have nothing to worry about."

"You don't know them like I do! They're both stubborn bastards! Tommy wants Freddie to leave and Freddie won't leave! He says he's not afraid of him and won't be chased out of his home!"

"Like I said, they'll work it out," she told her, holding her hand. "Tommy and Freddie both love you. I'm sure they'll come to some agreement. Tommy's doing this to protect you and Freddie from Inspector Campbell. The man is quite adamant in looking for your husband. Tommy and him made a deal that Freddie stays out of Birmingham and in return Campbell stays out of his way."

"Oh he's only following his own agenda!" she accused. "He doesn't actually-"

"-Did you know why he kicked me out of Small Heath? Or well, almost did?" When Ada only wiped her tears and sipped the water, Jane said, "Because he wanted to protect me. Moss is out there right now and he'll want revenge for me outing him."

She sniffed, "And you're not scared, are you?"

Jane paused. Deep down, she hated constantly looking over her shoulder. She'd wake up some mornings and expect him to be there. Nightmares of his thin blade and malicious smile filled her dreams. "I am," she admitted. "Of course I am. He's a complete lunatic out for blood. Tommy knows this just as much as I do. He told me to leave because he worried about me. He worries about you. First, you become pregnant out of wedlock. Now, you're on the run with a known agitator."

She chuckled, "Is that what they call him?"

"It's one of the fonder terms," she said. "Ada, he's not going to kill Freddie. Freddie isn't going to kill him. He'll be fine. If anything, you'll both leave again. My friend in London won't mind renting out a room to you both."

She drank more water, "That's nice of you, but no thanks. Freddie's found a place here in Birmingham. He bought it with the money you gave him. Polly gave us money for tickets and place out of here."

"And he didn't use it for that, did he?"

"No," she snarled, "He used it for his 'cause'. We went to London where he met with some of his communist friends. He gave the money to them instead. I just…" she grunted through her teeth, "We have a baby on the way, Jane. We're living in a little hole in the ground. I hate it. I hate being cooped up there for so long. It's not a proper place to raise a child, or even live in for that matter."

"Tommy doesn't know you're here then?"

She shook her head, "He thinks I've left. He's been hunting me down and having people follow me. I hate it. He'll probably ask if you've seen me."

"He probably will," she agreed, "And I'll tell him I haven't."

"Why? Aren't you in love with him or something?"

Jane laughed, "What?"

"That's what people say," she said. "You two are together a lot. I heard Polly saying you're invited to John's wedding too. She was going to tell you today."

"John's getting married? That's pretty sudden."

"Tommy arranged it," she replied. "He wants to ally with the Lee family so he arranged a marriage." She scoffed, "First he kicks me out, then he tries killing his brother-in-law. Now he's choosing people's wives for them. You can excuse it all you like," she told her, "But in the end, Tommy only cares about himself. He only cares about his stupid plans for the top. He was only helping you because his business was suffering. He didn't really care about the girls."

Jane knew the truth behind his motives. She might've tried pushing them away, but Ada was right. "Most of the people here didn't until Moss started killing working class women. You should go home and rest, Ada. A pub isn't the right place for a pregnant woman. I'll walk you home."

She managed getting Ada out of the tavern. It didn't surprise her that Ada spoke badly of her brother. Ada had hoped for a happier response to her marriage to Freddie. She must've thought Tommy might forget the past and embrace his old friend. Yet, they knew better. Jane took Ada to Polly rather than her basement home. Ada took up the lounge armchair, fingers tapping the arm rest and knee bouncing in place. Jane helped Polly in the kitchen.

"I suppose Ada's told you about the wedding?" the older woman asked as she poured water into the pot.

"She mentioned it," she said, "And I'm sorry but I'll have to decline."

"I don't think you really have a choice," she said, grabbing tea cups from a cupboard. "Tommy will demand you be there."

"Tommy might boss you lot around, but he can't boss me."

"Oh really? Then why were you going to leave? Did you make that decision on your own, hm?"

Jane took up the sugar bowl, "I left because there was no point in staying. Tommy didn't want me here and neither did anyone else. I could have done my work from home."

"What changed your mind? Sergeant Moss won't be in Small Heath now. He's probably moved somewhere in Birmingham. You should be searching elsewhere." She poured tea into the cups.

"There's the possibility he is still here," she said, "He is just hiding."

Polly didn't believe her. The chances of Moss still remaining in Small Heath were incredibly slim. If he was smart enough, he'd leave to London or hop on a ship. Jane thought of Tommy the night of Cheltenham. She remembered him before they found Molly. She never felt so close to anyone. Forced into leaving, her heart peeled itself away little by little. The idea of never seeing him again punched her right in the gut. She had no choice but to stay.

They both of the returned to Ada, who still remained anxious in the lounge chair. Polly tried calming her with tea, but Ada wouldn't drink. She worried about Freddie. "He's going to kill him," she said. "I know he is."

"Nobody is killing anyone, Ada," Jane reassured. "I told you, they'd sort it out."

The women began drinking tea, talking about John and his wedding. Jane hoped the conversation would distract her. Ada seemed more interested in Jane's cases. Despite already knowing the details, she asked Jane all sorts of questions. How did she figure this out? How did she deduce that? Ada's nerves slipped away through Jane's stories. She hoped that neither of the men died today. Jane would lose one man, but Ada would lose two.