Dr Lecter sat in a large, comfortable, armchair in his home in Florence.
It had been four years since Alisha came to see him. He surveyed his
exquisite home and was glad that she had come. He still wasn't sure what
had happened to her body, but he had stopped troubling himself over it.
Looking through the paper, the American National Tattler, a large headline hit him; 'TOOTH FAIRY STRIKES AGAIN!'. The Tooth Fairy had already killed three whole families and now this was his fourth. 'Police are baffled' claimed the newspaper.
Dr Lecter sighed and put down the paper. He got up, he would have to leave for work soon or he would be late. He enjoyed his job as curator of the Palazzo Capponi and he didn't want to jeopardise the trust that had been bestowed upon him. Dr Lecter had applied for the job after the old curator (who had served for many years) mysteriously disappeared. Some would say that Dr Lecter was extremely lucky to have been available just as the old curator went missing.
He put on his coat and hat and walked out the door.
When he got downstairs, the streets of Florence greeted him. Sights and smells appealing to the senses surrounded him. He had never felt more at home. Walking briskly he arrived at the Palazzo Vecchio in a matter of minutes.
He had enough money to support himself without working, but Dr Lecter had never been one to embrace idleness in life. He enjoyed keeping himself busy and his job suited him perfectly.
Altogether, he had never been happier or more at peace in his life.
Looking through the paper, the American National Tattler, a large headline hit him; 'TOOTH FAIRY STRIKES AGAIN!'. The Tooth Fairy had already killed three whole families and now this was his fourth. 'Police are baffled' claimed the newspaper.
Dr Lecter sighed and put down the paper. He got up, he would have to leave for work soon or he would be late. He enjoyed his job as curator of the Palazzo Capponi and he didn't want to jeopardise the trust that had been bestowed upon him. Dr Lecter had applied for the job after the old curator (who had served for many years) mysteriously disappeared. Some would say that Dr Lecter was extremely lucky to have been available just as the old curator went missing.
He put on his coat and hat and walked out the door.
When he got downstairs, the streets of Florence greeted him. Sights and smells appealing to the senses surrounded him. He had never felt more at home. Walking briskly he arrived at the Palazzo Vecchio in a matter of minutes.
He had enough money to support himself without working, but Dr Lecter had never been one to embrace idleness in life. He enjoyed keeping himself busy and his job suited him perfectly.
Altogether, he had never been happier or more at peace in his life.