Special Agent Clarice Starling walked into her side of the duplex and
slammed the door. 'Damn Crawford' she thought. Several members of the
Bureau had wanted her fired, and now Jack Crawford was giving her an
ultimatum: quit or be fired. Since the ordeal at the Chesapeake, no one
had wanted much to do with her besides Ardelia and Jeffrey. She was
thankful that she still had two friends at work.
Starling wanted to quit, but in a way didn't want to. She didn't want her name in the paper again. Or did she? She knew that the last time her name was in headlines, Lecter came to her. Maybe he would come to her this time. Maybe he wouldn't leave so suddenly. She thought of the last time she heard from him. He had called her from a payphone in Tokyo, Japan, telling her he was alright, but she wouldn't be hearing from him for a long time. Was it really a year ago? Where was he now? She wanted so desperately to find out.
Starling looked at the pile of mail on her coffee table, and filed through it. "Bill, bill, bill.what the fuck is this?" She pulled out a small airmail envelope from Florence. Her heart skipped a beat. 'Florence' she thought. 'Maybe he's in Florence, and this is from him.' Clarice quickly tore open the letter and started reading:
Dear Clarice,
Hi.remember me? I'm sure you do. I figured it's about time I see you. How long has it been? Ages it seems to me. I was planning on flying over to Washington next week, and I'm hoping you will be at the airport to meet me. Please. I miss you.and ever since Mama got sick, I really haven't had anyone to talk to. Sorry if this comes as a bit of a shock to you.we haven't talked in forever and now you get a letter from me. Please call me sometime, or just meet me at the airport. Flight 172, Florence to Washington, 9:32 PM.
Love, Cara A. Starling
PS: Here's my number: 39-055-347-9112
Clarice stared at the letter, not knowing what to think. Cara was her niece, who she hadn't seen since Clarice's brother died. 'God, how long ago was that?' she thought. 'Ten years? More?' "It shouldn't be too late over there," she said to herself, and picked up the phone.
Starling wanted to quit, but in a way didn't want to. She didn't want her name in the paper again. Or did she? She knew that the last time her name was in headlines, Lecter came to her. Maybe he would come to her this time. Maybe he wouldn't leave so suddenly. She thought of the last time she heard from him. He had called her from a payphone in Tokyo, Japan, telling her he was alright, but she wouldn't be hearing from him for a long time. Was it really a year ago? Where was he now? She wanted so desperately to find out.
Starling looked at the pile of mail on her coffee table, and filed through it. "Bill, bill, bill.what the fuck is this?" She pulled out a small airmail envelope from Florence. Her heart skipped a beat. 'Florence' she thought. 'Maybe he's in Florence, and this is from him.' Clarice quickly tore open the letter and started reading:
Dear Clarice,
Hi.remember me? I'm sure you do. I figured it's about time I see you. How long has it been? Ages it seems to me. I was planning on flying over to Washington next week, and I'm hoping you will be at the airport to meet me. Please. I miss you.and ever since Mama got sick, I really haven't had anyone to talk to. Sorry if this comes as a bit of a shock to you.we haven't talked in forever and now you get a letter from me. Please call me sometime, or just meet me at the airport. Flight 172, Florence to Washington, 9:32 PM.
Love, Cara A. Starling
PS: Here's my number: 39-055-347-9112
Clarice stared at the letter, not knowing what to think. Cara was her niece, who she hadn't seen since Clarice's brother died. 'God, how long ago was that?' she thought. 'Ten years? More?' "It shouldn't be too late over there," she said to herself, and picked up the phone.