Jack stared at the scene in front of him. It appeared that November would begin off rather badly for the man and the rest of the FBI.
In the backyard the owner of the house were tied on top of wooden horses that the killer must've brought with him or her. Metal poles had been used to keep the man and woman's backs upright and where their heads should be were pumpkins with the classic Halloween face on them.
So far no one had found the heads yet but from the mess inside the house it was obvious that was where the attack had occurred.
Tables and chairs had flipped over, belongings and glass smashed everywhere. The husband had been killed in the living room first and then from the mess, it was likely that the woman had ran from there to the kitchen and then on to the bedroom. Sheets were torn and the arterial blood spray showed where she'd been standing when her head had been cut.
It would appear that both victims' necks had been cut first and then, after having bled out, the killer lopped off their heads.
For just a moment, Jack wished Will was there to see what no one else could, to help understand why anyone would do this. But Will wouldn't be there, he wasn't on leave or taking a break, he was in a mental institution and Jack had been the one that put him there.
From the few times Jack had visited him; he couldn't help but doubt himself, thinking he'd made the wrong decision. Often, when these thoughts ran through his head, he would remind himself that it was only because Will had been his friend, even if the man hadn't thought of him as one.
If ever anything new came forward then Jack would jump at the chance to try and prove Will's innocence but the evidence was so concrete, there was just no way it could've been anyone else.
Yet whenever he saw Will's accusing eyes, full of betrayal and pain, Jack was always unable to see the cold killer that he saw in every other man's or woman's eyes that he put behind bars. Still, the point was that Will wasn't coming back and once again Jack was on his own on this case.
He began to direct Beverly, Jimmy, Brian, and other agents to where they needed to go. Hopefully this was a crime of passion and not some maniac serial killer. If he had to though, Jack could always consult Dr. Lecter if need be.
As the crime investigation went on throughout the entire day, reporters and journalists flocked to it like vultures to carcass. Nevertheless, it wasn't until the day after that the story was actually printed in the newspaper and Will was able to get his hands on it.
Honestly, he wasn't sickened by it like he had expected to but that was because Hannibal's words had distracted him. He'd thought Hannibal would be the one to commit the gruesome act but even from behind bars and just a newspaper, he was able to tell that the work wasn't Hannibal's.
If there had been other murders similar to this one in anyway, then Will might think Hannibal was trying to mess up the FBI's trail by doing his own murder. However, from the looks of it, this was a crime of passion and not a serial killer though if the man was not caught soon, he could yet become one.
Will couldn't help but wonder why Hannibal had directed his attention to this particular murder. Originally he'd thought the doctor was showing off but this wasn't his work so why even mention it?
AN: So I wasn't planning on elaborating on this story but I ended up doing so anyway. There will probably only be one other part beside this one but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy.