Jay slowly typed at his computer, slowly going over his thoughts as he typed. The past couple of days had been hellish. Two of his co-workers were dead. Sierra was intensely traumatized. And Jay wasn't sure what his status was, but he was sure it wasn't good.
He continued to type the article when the mailroom guy wheeled his cart by. The mailroom guy drops an envelope onto Jay's desk. It was a simple brown envelope. Jay snatched it up and ripped it open. He pulled out the folded letter. He looked to the front of the envelope. It was addressed to him specifically, with no return address. It was mailed locally.
Dear Mr. Ziegler,
While I can say that my time spent with you was anything but a pleasure, I do hope that you still intend to write that article. It would be a shame for the public to not know that I was in town for the weekend to have some fun.
I hope your darling Sierra is all right. I really didn't want to take her, but yet I felt I needed some insurance. I do apologize if I hurt her in anyway.
I want you to know that I give you my word, I am leaving the country again, but not without saying goodbye to my biggest fan.
Sincerely,
H
Jay walked into the bathroom carrying the letter in his hand. He walked into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door behind him. He lit the edge of one of the page of paper and watched as the flames slowly worked their way up the page. Jay watched as each of Lecter's carefully written words were eaten by the flames. Jay dropped the remaining paper into the toilet and quickly flushed it.
"Goodbye, Dr. Lecter," he said as he walked out.
Jay returned to his desk and placed his face into his hands, unsure of what exactly to write next.
A finger tapped him on his shoulder. Jay spun around.
"Hi," Jay said to the woman standing in front of him. She pulled out a Badge. She was from the FBI.
"Mr. Ziegler? My name is Clarice Starling, I'm with the FBI. Can we talk?"
Jay thought for a second while he placed the name. He suddenly remembered. "Dr. Lecter says hi."
THE END
He continued to type the article when the mailroom guy wheeled his cart by. The mailroom guy drops an envelope onto Jay's desk. It was a simple brown envelope. Jay snatched it up and ripped it open. He pulled out the folded letter. He looked to the front of the envelope. It was addressed to him specifically, with no return address. It was mailed locally.
Dear Mr. Ziegler,
While I can say that my time spent with you was anything but a pleasure, I do hope that you still intend to write that article. It would be a shame for the public to not know that I was in town for the weekend to have some fun.
I hope your darling Sierra is all right. I really didn't want to take her, but yet I felt I needed some insurance. I do apologize if I hurt her in anyway.
I want you to know that I give you my word, I am leaving the country again, but not without saying goodbye to my biggest fan.
Sincerely,
H
Jay walked into the bathroom carrying the letter in his hand. He walked into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door behind him. He lit the edge of one of the page of paper and watched as the flames slowly worked their way up the page. Jay watched as each of Lecter's carefully written words were eaten by the flames. Jay dropped the remaining paper into the toilet and quickly flushed it.
"Goodbye, Dr. Lecter," he said as he walked out.
Jay returned to his desk and placed his face into his hands, unsure of what exactly to write next.
A finger tapped him on his shoulder. Jay spun around.
"Hi," Jay said to the woman standing in front of him. She pulled out a Badge. She was from the FBI.
"Mr. Ziegler? My name is Clarice Starling, I'm with the FBI. Can we talk?"
Jay thought for a second while he placed the name. He suddenly remembered. "Dr. Lecter says hi."
THE END