At the other end of the crowded office, Granville Baxter glanced up from the computer screen, looked over the photos, then cleared his throat. “I found Benny Catlin’s tour records, but I’m afraid we still have a serious problem facing us—more serious than tracing Benny Catlin in London.”
John Caddrick’s glare was lethal. “What could possibly be more serious than locating my daughter’s kidnapper?”
Bax held up the photograph of Noah Armstrong. “This.”
“What about it?”
The Time Tours executive paused. Then sipped air and looked like he wanted to bolt for the nearest exit. Ronisha Azzan wasn’t sure just what the bad news would be, but she was already quite certain she wasn’t going to like it.
Granville Baxter didn’t disappoint her.
“Well, senator, you see . . .” He held up a snapshot. “This photograph of your daughter’s kidnapper . . . This isn’t Benny Catlin.”
Chapter Two
Of all the historians, criminologists, and reporters fortunate enough to win spots on the Ripper Watch team, none was more determined to obtain the truth of the Ripper story than Dominica Nosette. Not one of the other team members had a quarter the professional ruthlessness she possessed in her big toe. The only one who came close was her partner, Guy Pendergast. And Dominica was utterly delighted with Guy, because he had done what no one else had managed since their arrival in London. He had discovered the identity of Jack the Ripper. The mysterious doctor mentoring the irretrievably mad James Maybrick was the guiding genius of the two-man team known to history as the Ripper. And Dominica intended to vault herself to fame and fortune on the coattails of their murderous partnership.