Will sat in the FBI headquarters staring at reports, desperately trying to make sense of the information in front of her in order to find Alistair. Every minute that he was away from her she felt a deep, ripping agony in the pit of her stomach. To top that off Hannibal had decided to escape from jail, killing Doctor Chilton and several orderlies in the process.
Will leaned back in her chair and pulled her glasses off rubbing her face in exasperation. It was all useless she thought vehemently, I'll never find him. At that very moment Jack Crawford's secretary came in brandishing a letter for Will.
"I don't know who it's from," she apologised, "I just found it on my desk."
Will thanked her and stared at the familiar copperplate writing on the expensive thick envelope. A ball of dread began to choke her. She hastily ripped it open, and read it, her suspicions realised.
Dear Will,
I am certain Jackie-boy has you investigating my escape. How very predictable and desperate. He's never recovered from Bella's death has he?
Anyway if you are concerned about our son I will have you know that he is safely by my side. I cannot help but feel aggrieved that you kept him hidden from me and allowed me to miss all his developmental stages in early childhood. In order to rectify this I believe I will allow him to accompany me to Europe. After all a boy needs a father Will and I am prepared to be one.
I wondered if you ever thought that if I knew of his existence I would have much preferred a girl to remind me of my dearest sister Mischa. I confess that I would have wished for a daughter instead of a son, but I am content in the knowledge that I have at least one heir to carry on my name.
Hannibal Lecter MD
PS. Perhaps I'll introduce him to Lady Murasaki.
Will crumpled the letter and screamed for Jack. Hannibal was not going to keep her son, he relinquished any parenting rights the first time he killed a person.