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The taxi stopped in front of the Sears tower. Jay quickly paid the driver and ran into the building. He quickly made his way to the elevators.
The elevator stopped on the observation deck. Jay got off and looked around. The place was particularly crowded He scanned the crowd, mainly young women and their children. Sitting alone on a bench was the man he was looking for. Jay slowly approached him. He was still wearing the black suit and white fedora hat from earlier.
Jay slowly approached the fair doctor. Lecter turned around, almost as if he heard Jay approach, and faced him.
"Dr. Lec.." said Jay before Lecter silenced him.
"Dr. Fell. Nice to make your acquaintance. You must be the famous Mr. Jay Ziegler," said Lecter, shaking Jay's hand.
"Well, I don't know about famous. Accomplished, maybe," replied Jay.
"Modest too. I like that in a person," said Lecter, seeming rather excited.
Jay leaned over to his ear, so he could whisper, "Like that in a friend, or you next meal?"
"Both," replied Lecter loudly, and went for the elevator. Jay quickly followed, even though his instincts were screaming at him to run.
The elevator doors closed. Lecter turned to Jay. "Don't think for a minute that I have any intention of harming you. At least for now. However, a few ground rules. First, the FBI will come to you to find out where I am, I guarantee it. Do not, I repeat, do not tell them where I am."
"How am I supposed to know if you have any intention of sticking around," asked Jay.
"Rule two. All I ask is that you write a probing and insightful article, including all the information gathered through the duration of the interview," said Lecter.
"Sounds fair. I should warn you though that my editor will not publish any more stories about you," said Jay.
"I'll make sure it gets published," said Lecter, reassuringly. Lecter hands Jay a small business card. "Meet me here in a couple of hours. I have to make dinner first."
The taxi stopped in front of the Sears tower. Jay quickly paid the driver and ran into the building. He quickly made his way to the elevators.
The elevator stopped on the observation deck. Jay got off and looked around. The place was particularly crowded He scanned the crowd, mainly young women and their children. Sitting alone on a bench was the man he was looking for. Jay slowly approached him. He was still wearing the black suit and white fedora hat from earlier.
Jay slowly approached the fair doctor. Lecter turned around, almost as if he heard Jay approach, and faced him.
"Dr. Lec.." said Jay before Lecter silenced him.
"Dr. Fell. Nice to make your acquaintance. You must be the famous Mr. Jay Ziegler," said Lecter, shaking Jay's hand.
"Well, I don't know about famous. Accomplished, maybe," replied Jay.
"Modest too. I like that in a person," said Lecter, seeming rather excited.
Jay leaned over to his ear, so he could whisper, "Like that in a friend, or you next meal?"
"Both," replied Lecter loudly, and went for the elevator. Jay quickly followed, even though his instincts were screaming at him to run.
The elevator doors closed. Lecter turned to Jay. "Don't think for a minute that I have any intention of harming you. At least for now. However, a few ground rules. First, the FBI will come to you to find out where I am, I guarantee it. Do not, I repeat, do not tell them where I am."
"How am I supposed to know if you have any intention of sticking around," asked Jay.
"Rule two. All I ask is that you write a probing and insightful article, including all the information gathered through the duration of the interview," said Lecter.
"Sounds fair. I should warn you though that my editor will not publish any more stories about you," said Jay.
"I'll make sure it gets published," said Lecter, reassuringly. Lecter hands Jay a small business card. "Meet me here in a couple of hours. I have to make dinner first."