From section one
Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.

From section two
while Mog the monster's free somewhere.
Mystery wraps, the demons weep,
confusion seems would close this case.

From section three
She began serving beer at the Blue Boy Tavern,
befriending an outcast,than an unknown stranger.
Friendships that would lead to nothing but danger.

Ask Fitzroy he has had a body left behind that in stature resembles his, while he and Mackwill's wife are away to have a damn good time, the body may have been supplied by me J Creel to disgrace the hotel LOL, but I was a little late as someone was there before me.
I told him he was finished in this city.
Thank you Mog, how many of you thought he wasn't real,
Yours Creel.
PS:- Mog or one of them is short for Morgan a man of the night who will do anything without question lol, he has an identical twin and they are both evil.

I Creel relates

Drifting toward the murder scene
I sense a hot bar of emotions there
but one host has already left the scene
yet tastes are teeming everywhere.

But one person is two it seems
and thus has a more enticing flavor
a divided host with ragged seams
this is the one which I will favor

So I dive into his mind
and find his name is Annabel...
........
My eyes just can't stop watching the body
then they blur with fright and pain
and my true self is shoved aside
I feel that I have gone insane.

What horror was this, that chased him so?
Nothing he could see

Did he really want to know?
“What is after me?”

Stay quiet now, use no lights
Locked doors and keeping still

Trembling now in the darkest night
Staying sane by force of will

Black his thoughts, of deep despair
He knows not where to turn

Evil stalks; follows everywhere
Red eyes flame and burn

Fearing for his very life
He hides in darkened room

Wishing for, more than a knife
Fitzy waiting for his doom

After Guy French talked with Anabel she revealed a clue, not mentioned.
Mackwill's behavior started me wondering more about the Mog
and Guy French's man chase, he said, resembled Fritzroy.

The Mog rumors made me wonder its existence because
Mackwill still has no memory of that rainy night with murder weapon in his pocket.
I talked to Mackwill's wife and his secret came to light when she left their home.

Guy French narrowed his eyes
while Anabel stared back at him
"Tell me what happened that night."
She snorted and said nothing.
"Why aren't you answering me?"
" I prefer to stay alive, Detective."
The truth will be the death of me.
You know nothing about the forces at play."

Closing time at the tavern, Guy French is about.
Questioning Anabel Lee, she saw something, no doubt.
"How do you know Fitzroy," He thundered, as she cleaned up the bar.
Rolling her eyes, Anabel smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Bring on all the suspects now and haste,
ordered Maure, we have no much time to waste."
" We've already some valid clues, and
I've got reports 'bout a wife's abuse!!"

Now Macwill couldn't find his wife, his fears grow,
and thought she could give his business-life a blow.

"If cops find out what's going in the bed
they sure would charge me of Fitzory's head."

Mackwill paces rapidly about his cold boudoir.
He’s found a thing tucked deep inside his oak and steel armoire.
How it got there he can’t guess spite knowing what it is.
Now he has a problem more pronounced than just his biz.

‘Her thoughts race absorbing facts found near the crime scene.’

“Guy, I want the girl, the barmaid seen, you know of whom I speak.
She saw a thing I want to know and know before she leaks
the secrets to the press and all, but here’s the other pain:
the trail of blood in the hotel come in from out the rain”

I'm here
Limited time to post so here goes:-

Mog floats the night, mist filled and dead
savouring *Jack's last fulsome taste
seeking someone to fill Jack's stead.
Mog drifts slowly, there is no haste.
Nearby it hears a scream and gurgle
decides to waft toward the scene
(did someone die in midst of burgle?)
The "taste” of fear is coloured green.