Chapter Seven. You were my voice when I couldn't speak...
"Get Abby."
Richard Adams and Ken Lennon couldn't even recall how they had become involved with Abigail Mansfield. They had known each other since they were born; all three of them born to parents in the streets, all three of them later taken from their parents to foster homes. They always lived within five miles of each other, always going to the same schools all of their lives. There was just something about them, something that connected them, and they were never separable.
However, there were at one time four of them.
His name was Tony Moore. Of them all, Abby was the closest to him. Some would say they were in love. From his life he had been so, so terribly messed up. When they were only seventeen, his parents had sent him to a psychiatrist. After his third visit, he never came home.
Of course they suspected kidnap or run away at first, but Dr. Lecter was arrested for the murder of another patient only a month after. He confessed to killing Tony sometime later.
Abby stopped talking. She dropped out of school a month before graduation and locked herself in her room. Sometimes she would turn on the TV for the latest news on the Lecter trial, but that's the only thing she ever did.
Once while watching the TV, though, she discovered Mason Verger while he was on the witness stand. He had looked so mad, so angry, so ready for revenge. After she turned 18 she stalked him down. She told him her story and she listened to his. He was ten years older than her, but that didn't matter to either of them.
They talked for eight years, nothing more. When Dr. Lecter escaped, Mason was the first to tell her. They both called the FBI, complained, organized their own search parties. Their first kiss had seemed like just an accident, just a celebration when they thought they had found a clue; But slowly it turned into more. Abby was 26; Mason, 36. They were engaged two years later.
No one understood why Abby went for Mason. After all, she had the great looking, blonde, blue-eyed Richard and the equally good looking brown haired, green eyed Ken. Plus, Abby herself beautiful; Long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a skinny figure. Mason... Mason was just Mason.
Abby's adopted mother had been diagnosed with cancer shortly before Mason found the famous x-ray. She lived in Canada and Mason hadn't wanted to bug Abby over what he thought at the time would be just nonsense.
She came home after her mother died to find Mason dead, too.
Mason's estate and fortune was left to Abby. Shortly after, she moved Richard and Ken in and made finding Lecter her life - and it was about to pay off.
"Abby," Ken called.
She turned around, her hair falling from over her shoulder. "Yes?" Richard walked in, grinning from ear to ear.
Abby stared at them oddly and took off her reading glasses. "What's going on?"
Ken smiled, too. "We found them."
"Get Abby."
Richard Adams and Ken Lennon couldn't even recall how they had become involved with Abigail Mansfield. They had known each other since they were born; all three of them born to parents in the streets, all three of them later taken from their parents to foster homes. They always lived within five miles of each other, always going to the same schools all of their lives. There was just something about them, something that connected them, and they were never separable.
However, there were at one time four of them.
His name was Tony Moore. Of them all, Abby was the closest to him. Some would say they were in love. From his life he had been so, so terribly messed up. When they were only seventeen, his parents had sent him to a psychiatrist. After his third visit, he never came home.
Of course they suspected kidnap or run away at first, but Dr. Lecter was arrested for the murder of another patient only a month after. He confessed to killing Tony sometime later.
Abby stopped talking. She dropped out of school a month before graduation and locked herself in her room. Sometimes she would turn on the TV for the latest news on the Lecter trial, but that's the only thing she ever did.
Once while watching the TV, though, she discovered Mason Verger while he was on the witness stand. He had looked so mad, so angry, so ready for revenge. After she turned 18 she stalked him down. She told him her story and she listened to his. He was ten years older than her, but that didn't matter to either of them.
They talked for eight years, nothing more. When Dr. Lecter escaped, Mason was the first to tell her. They both called the FBI, complained, organized their own search parties. Their first kiss had seemed like just an accident, just a celebration when they thought they had found a clue; But slowly it turned into more. Abby was 26; Mason, 36. They were engaged two years later.
No one understood why Abby went for Mason. After all, she had the great looking, blonde, blue-eyed Richard and the equally good looking brown haired, green eyed Ken. Plus, Abby herself beautiful; Long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a skinny figure. Mason... Mason was just Mason.
Abby's adopted mother had been diagnosed with cancer shortly before Mason found the famous x-ray. She lived in Canada and Mason hadn't wanted to bug Abby over what he thought at the time would be just nonsense.
She came home after her mother died to find Mason dead, too.
Mason's estate and fortune was left to Abby. Shortly after, she moved Richard and Ken in and made finding Lecter her life - and it was about to pay off.
"Abby," Ken called.
She turned around, her hair falling from over her shoulder. "Yes?" Richard walked in, grinning from ear to ear.
Abby stared at them oddly and took off her reading glasses. "What's going on?"
Ken smiled, too. "We found them."