Miss Sedant
Would rather die first. Think I might.
My dearest has the capacity to resurrect me should I come into any harm or death. There's no chance of them taking me in. They think me simpleminded, the fools. Came to question me, they did. Little bobbies on their high horses with worry that I might slash their throats as well -- I feigned illness and sent them off with no reason to suspect I had anything to do with their investigation. I'm likely not going to do much the rest of this year, nothing as flagrant as I have, certainly. Though should our dear friend, our New York clown come to try anything with any of my contacts and acquaintances, he'll be the next under my blade. I appreciate the man's work, but I'm sick of his folly already.
I'm well aware of taking precaution in this day and age. They might as well think what they will about me. Business, oddly enough, has never been better. I don't think the novelty shall ever wear off of seeing so many morbid people come to my shop just to have their hair cut by a man who they know is a killer.