We are all victims

Mary Ann Nichols... "Polly", born August 26, 1845, murdered August 31, 1888. Lightening and thunder preceded her brutal and cruel slaying. A force to rival the rain took control and performed an unnatural act. Somewhere between 3:15 and 3:45 a.m. the body appears in Buck's Row and this is precisely when I was there. 
The police still have no clues to this killer who has struck for a second time; even the residents of the area heard nothing... nothing out of the ordinary and that I find very interesting indeed. Even if "The Butcher" was not in fear of being observed and could take his time dissecting his victim---why isn't there more blood?
Polly's throat was cut in a manner that suggests her blood was drained. A circular incision that completely severed all the tissues down the vertebrae. Both large vessels, on either side of the neck, were also severed by an eight inch knife. With these cuts alone, of course he didn't stop there, she should have been covered in blood like a shawl, but she was clean all around her neck and chest area, to include her clothing. This upset me the most; it also meant I was on the right trail.
My proximity alarm starts to flash on my cuff alert module... time to leave!