"The security cameras say he was placed here around 3am," Jack Crawford said to Hannibal and I.

"Is there any sign of forced entry," I asked

"No we suspect he had a key came in placed the body then left. He wasn't caught on camera the body just appeared. We can tell the time frame by that clock over there," Jack said pointing to a wall clock

"That could have been tampered with," I told him

"Yes we know this but it's the best we got right now Will just bare with us," one of the police men said to his right

"There is a serial killer on the loose we don't have time to follow some wild goose chase I need to know the exact time this happened," I told them leaving the scene with the envelope that held pictures of the scene.

But the body was still fresh in my mind. It was a white male with a fat round belly and his belly was carved out in a perfect square. All his organs pulled out and in place was a female head placed perfectly between his two ribs. Her short brown hair in loose curls and under the eyelids were empty sockets, the eyes instead sewed into the male's palms as they were held out presenting the eyes towards whoever came up to the figure.

"This one was different," I said to Hannibal

"There's no flowers anywhere near the body," Hannibal said

"Also it was placed in a building, not a park or forest," I said as we walked to the car and I threw Hannibal the keys ", here you can drive"

"So are we going to assume that these are by a different person," Hannibal said looking at me

"No it's still a work of art just a little more horrifying," I said to him

"And it wasn't before," Hannibal said driving off

"It's always hard to see the things I see but before it was a tad easier with the flowers," I told him ", it's always easier with the flowers they just cover up all the bad thoughts,"

"Yet those thoughts always seem to be uncovered," Hannibal said

"It's kind of my job for them to be uncovered it's how I see things," I said

"I would go crazy," Hannibal laughed

I looked away out the car window, letting the laughter dry up in the cold air, where the air that already held the stench of the dead that rose from our clothes joined together. It made me want to gag. The world turned black as my eyelids covered my eyes. I slept on our way home; with my current state of dreaming Hannibal wanted me to stay with him. My dependency was becoming noticeable; Hannibal was always with me morning, noon, and night. He basically never left my side whether it was this case or just to observe me. My dependency was disturbing for my nature. Once so independent I now had someone watching over me like an angel.

I should of saw it coming. Hannibal was anything but an angel; he was a devil with a suit. Dressed nicely to cover his tracks. Nothing like the many before him he new how to cover his tracks, to trick the weak which was everyone he touched.

This was his design