"Me? No. It's just a side interest. One thing leads to another. You read about people and you get curious about other things, so you read about that and it leads to something else."
He laughed a little. "There isn't really enough information about Jack the Ripper for anybody to solve it. Plenty of theories and one old guy who says that his father confessed on his deathbed, but how do you really hold any of that up? Lots of people claim to be killers when they hit the news. Only the guy who did it and the prostitutes will ever know the truth."
Cavan decided he just couldn't stomach anymore coffee and pushed the mug away from himself. When she saw, the waitress scurried over. He shook his head when she held up the fresh pot. "No. Water, please. And she hasn't gotten her... gravy fries?"
He sat back again. "What about you? What do you do?"