I had not told my husband or Hare what my plan was before I had begun to go through with it for I knew that they would stop me. Instead I kept it to myself and began to walk towards the man who stood opposite us. I knew the dangers of my plan and I knew that in many ways it could go very wrong, however I had noticed the weakness in which the man possessed. His first born son. From what I had understood all of this was because my mother had broken his son's, my father's, heart. I saw him look up at me as I approached him and I could feel Will's eyes follow my every move. Neither him nor Hare had moved and I felt a level of trust from them both that I had never felt before. I took one final step before I was right in front of the man before I went through with my plan...

"You're my grandfather? I never knew I had one. I thought they were all dead. What was my father like? My true father. Your son. I never even knew him." As I said the words with a false quaver in my voice I hugged my arms to my chest and sniffed away some imaginary tears. Thankfully the man's love for his son got the better of him and he stepped closer to me and took my face in his hands. He smiled slightly and said I had my father's eyes but also his stupidity for thinking that my silly trick would work. That was when I plunged the knife deep into his gut...

Twisting the blade deeper into his stomach I watched at the old man fell to the ground at my feet and my companions dashed over to me. When the body stopped gasping for life I withdrew the blade with enough brutality to crack a rib or two. I stared down at the blade now stained with the blood of Hare's lost love, Jack Hammond, Mary Pearcey and Dr James King. London was safe. Families could now sleep at night without fear pulsing through their veins, children could once again play in the streets without knowing there were murderers around the corner, police could now go back to more relaxed rounds. Before heading back to the Gregory house for the first time in a year I walked to the edge of the Thames and threw the blade as far as I could; watching it sink into the murky depths of the water I smiled. No one would ever die by the blade of that knife again. It was over.