I sat on the cold metal chair, a little too far from the metal table I was bolted to for comfort, but there was not much I could do about it. The glass walls reflected how awful I looked after being in this hospital for only a month, but it also showed that I kept my head held high with what dignity remained. The buzzer sounded and the soundproof glass door of the privacy room swung open. An orderly escorted a tall African-American man in a suit into the room, reciting instructions on what can and cannot be handed to me.

Once the orderly had left and the door was shut he sat in the metal chair across from me, bolted to the floor like everything else. He looked me up and down and I smirked. He was trying to analyse me. "Miss Catherine Tanner. Convicted of seventeen murders in the United States and twenty-seven more in various European countries."

I sucked my teeth and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in my chair. "A man who does his research, I'm impressed. I'll assume that you are Detective Jack Crawford of the FBI Behavioural Science Unit in Quantico. Been working for the FBI for a good 30 years. Married for over twenty years and recently widowed. It's a shame, your wife was beautiful." His eyes narrowed and my smile widened. "I can do research too."

He sighed and cleared his throat, "Let's get right to it Miss Tanner. Why did you call me here?"

I grinned, a glint in my eyes as I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. "I have some information about someone you might be looking for." I waited for a response but none came. Instead Jack gave me a look that portrayed boredom and disappointment, but beneath that I could see I had sparked his interest. As the name left my lips I watched as his expression changed, bordering on relieved, intrigued, and enraged all at once. "Hannibal Lecter."

He folded his hands on the table and leaned in, "Tell me what you know about Dr. Lecter."

I leaned back, the chains around my wrist dragging loudly across the table, "I want a deal."

He frowned, "I don't deal with serial killers."

"Well then you can deal with knowing that Hannibal is still out there. Killing." My eyebrows raised and by the look on his face I knew I had hit a nerve.

"What do you want."

"A transfer." I looked over to the orderly staring through the glass, no doubt attempting to read our lips to relay our conversation back to Chilton. "This place...If you're not crazy going in, you will be going out. I want minimum security."

Jack's face hardened like stone. "The most I could do is max, and even then it's not a guarantee."

I shrugged and shook my head, sucking my teeth again, "Sorry Detective, no deal. Enjoy your conscience."

Jack stood, slamming his hands down on the table. "I'll have you charged with obstruction of justice!"

I shrugged again, "And? I'm in here for life regardless. Not a lot of damage you can do other than adding more time onto twenty consecutive life sentences. Now, if you're not going to deal with me I'd like it very much if you left. I'm missing lunch, rumor has it we get the less disgusting slop today, I would hate to miss it." I looked over to the orderly and motioned for him with my head. He opened the door and secured the walking cuffs to my wrists and ankles before removing the cuffs from the ring in the center of the table. As he helped me up and ushered my out the door I turned to Jack one more time. "I've got nothing but time, Mr. Crawford. If you change your mind you know where to find me. Until then remember," I grinned and spoke low, like a whisper, "He's still out there." I clicked my teeth together in a biting motion a few times before laughing and allowing the orderly to drag me out of the room. I knew I'd most likely be sedated for that, but the look on Jack's face was worth it. His eyes narrowed into slits, fists clenched at his sides so hard his knuckles went pale, jaw set tight. I thought he might lash out at me, which I would have reveled, another memory to keep me amused in my bland little cell. He watched me walk away but I could feel his heated gaze on the back of my skull until we turned the corner out of view.

He'd be back.