Chapter 13: A Storm on the Horizon
Hannibal, of course, did not do what Clarice had asked him to in her letter. Finding her ATM card put deliberately under the note, he smirked softly. That little piece of plastic could very well get him back to Mansfield before anyone knew he was using it. There was just one little problem – which was solved the moment he turned the note over.
050283
The pin number.
Yet at the same time, he smelt a trap. It was still far off, but approaching like a dangerous storm. The dark clouds of this trap could be seen growing on the horizon.
"Clarice." He murmured with worry. "Are you all right?"
No. She wasn't all right. She was in trouble. He simply knew it. Climbing into the Taurus Clarice always teased, he pulled into the nearby highway.
He was not going to follow the little green Buick that Ardelia had been driving. Hannibal was on his way to Baltimore. To a familiar abandoned building where he might wait, and bide his time. He wondered if he'd see ghosts there, although it was simply a thought to entertain himself. To keep himself from worrying too much about Clarice too soon. He could almost hear the voice of a particular ghost. A real ghost.
"Look at the blood!"
Hannibal, of course, did not do what Clarice had asked him to in her letter. Finding her ATM card put deliberately under the note, he smirked softly. That little piece of plastic could very well get him back to Mansfield before anyone knew he was using it. There was just one little problem – which was solved the moment he turned the note over.
050283
The pin number.
Yet at the same time, he smelt a trap. It was still far off, but approaching like a dangerous storm. The dark clouds of this trap could be seen growing on the horizon.
"Clarice." He murmured with worry. "Are you all right?"
No. She wasn't all right. She was in trouble. He simply knew it. Climbing into the Taurus Clarice always teased, he pulled into the nearby highway.
He was not going to follow the little green Buick that Ardelia had been driving. Hannibal was on his way to Baltimore. To a familiar abandoned building where he might wait, and bide his time. He wondered if he'd see ghosts there, although it was simply a thought to entertain himself. To keep himself from worrying too much about Clarice too soon. He could almost hear the voice of a particular ghost. A real ghost.
"Look at the blood!"