The Piccadilly Butcher Part 5

By Stephen Shypitka

Profiler extraordinaire Jules Bright with a reputation to rival Sherlock Holmes is confronted by his failing health as he battles a serial killer terrifying Londoners whilst torn between a growing love for a young Met police officer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Shypitka
• Release date: Apr 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005842406

Stephen Shypitka

Stephen's eBooks have sold across 4 continents in Australia, Canada, Denmark, France, Germany, Jamaica, Netherlands, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Switzerland the UK and the US. His online success has allowed his work to be noticed, read and savoured with his fiction for our times that turns heads, crosses genres and connects us all. Stephen was born in British Columbia, Canada an alumnus of USC film school in Los Angeles, he has taught the craft and loves to travel.

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The Piccadilly Butcher

By Stephen Shypitka

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Dedication

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

--Macbeth, William Shakespeare

CONTENTS PART V

The Shard

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The Shard

My head hurt and my nostrils stung. Metallic like so that it reminded me of Charlie. My head throbbed from the blow and it took all my strength to bring me to my feet. Underneath me was the cold hard marble, I recognised it as the foyer.

Oh, fok! Dear God. Jules, I screeched. Falling up the stairs almost on all fours I pushed through the library doors. Jules, I screamed. No Jules. Seeing the stain on the Persian. I almost retched. I had failed him. Then on the clothesline. The single word had caught my eye. I ran back down. Jumping every third stair. Almost falling again. I found myself back on the marble. My hand slammed the alarm panel. Sending the panic alarm into a wail at 66 Sloane Street. I looked down at the single scribbled word on paper, throwing it forward to meet the camera’s eye to its miniature lens. ‘Shard’ it read. I knew on the other end. The Yard would be responding. Headed by Miss and MacCleary themselves. But there was no time. I would not wait for them. I could not fail Jules again. I had to confront my past and defeat this demon once and for all. With that, I spun on my LeGuards out the front door off Lower Sloane before the paper had even hit the floor.

Now it becomes a jumble of confusion and events. Such was the blow to my head and the chemical that was sprayed against my face to incapacitate me. Indeed, how much time had passed? For those of you who don’t know the Shard is the tallest building in Europe when built. Until Frenchy built another. Still, under construction, not fully open when I entered her. I knew two things. It stood in the city off Tooley Street and its three observation decks stood on the seventy-fifth, seventy-sixth and