Dr Lecter blinked. Where had she gone? She didn't have enough time to run
to the door and even if she had, he would have heard her.
The room looked as if she had never even entered it. Yet he couldn't have just imagined that whole conversation, could he?
Today had been one of the most confusing days of his life. If what she had said was true, it would be best if he went home and prepared for his incarceration. There were still some things he needed to organise and he wanted to be in complete control of the situation.
* * *
The next day was Sunday and Dr Lecter went to his office as he always did. There were only two patients scheduled for today, he had made sure of that.
Will Graham arrived to see him at around 2:00 pm and told Dr Lecter he wanted to ask him a few more questions regarding the case.
Dr Lecter agreed, "Of course, ask for anything you believe may be useful. Would you like to go into my private office to talk?"
He led Graham to his office and closed the door.
"Dr Lecter, is there anything else that you might have remembered about the arrow wound on your old patient's leg?"
"I looked through some old files when I got home and there was nothing suspicious about it. He fell out of a tree as I told you before and one of his bow hunting arrows went into his leg. I wish there was something more I could do to help you with the case."
Dr Lecter moved over to stand in front of his bookcase and looked at Will Graham. Above his head were a number of old medical books he had purposely placed there this morning. He smiled.
Graham swallowed and tried to avoid his gaze by looking up behind Dr Lecter. His eyes fell on the medical books and his pulse quickened. A look of surprise and realisation flashed across his face for an instant. It was only present for less than a second but that was enough for Dr Lecter to know. His eyes flashed.
Fear struck Will as he realised that Dr Lecter knew that he knew.
"Umm. I have to go and make a phone call, I'll be right back." He mumbled and practically ran out of the room.
Amusement came over Dr Lecter's face as he waited a minute before taking off his shoes and walking quietly, in his socks, to the hall where the payphone was. Graham was standing at the phone. His hand was shaking as he tried to hold the receiver to his ear. He dropped the quarters twice before he managed to put them into the phone. He dialled the number and waited.
The police switchboard was on the phone and Graham was put on hold until the director was reached.
Dr Lecter slowly came up behind him, a linoleum knife in his hand. He stopped when he was standing directly behind Graham and he slowly breathed on his neck.
Graham spun around in time to see Dr Lecter raise the knife and slash his stomach open from the ribcage to his left hip.
Dr Lecter was careful not to cut too deep and to miss any major arteries. He wanted Graham to live, but he also wanted to punish him enough to remember it for the rest of his life.
Graham fell on the floor, a look of horror on his face.
Dr Lecter left the knife beside the body and returned to his office.
The wheels were in motion.
The room looked as if she had never even entered it. Yet he couldn't have just imagined that whole conversation, could he?
Today had been one of the most confusing days of his life. If what she had said was true, it would be best if he went home and prepared for his incarceration. There were still some things he needed to organise and he wanted to be in complete control of the situation.
* * *
The next day was Sunday and Dr Lecter went to his office as he always did. There were only two patients scheduled for today, he had made sure of that.
Will Graham arrived to see him at around 2:00 pm and told Dr Lecter he wanted to ask him a few more questions regarding the case.
Dr Lecter agreed, "Of course, ask for anything you believe may be useful. Would you like to go into my private office to talk?"
He led Graham to his office and closed the door.
"Dr Lecter, is there anything else that you might have remembered about the arrow wound on your old patient's leg?"
"I looked through some old files when I got home and there was nothing suspicious about it. He fell out of a tree as I told you before and one of his bow hunting arrows went into his leg. I wish there was something more I could do to help you with the case."
Dr Lecter moved over to stand in front of his bookcase and looked at Will Graham. Above his head were a number of old medical books he had purposely placed there this morning. He smiled.
Graham swallowed and tried to avoid his gaze by looking up behind Dr Lecter. His eyes fell on the medical books and his pulse quickened. A look of surprise and realisation flashed across his face for an instant. It was only present for less than a second but that was enough for Dr Lecter to know. His eyes flashed.
Fear struck Will as he realised that Dr Lecter knew that he knew.
"Umm. I have to go and make a phone call, I'll be right back." He mumbled and practically ran out of the room.
Amusement came over Dr Lecter's face as he waited a minute before taking off his shoes and walking quietly, in his socks, to the hall where the payphone was. Graham was standing at the phone. His hand was shaking as he tried to hold the receiver to his ear. He dropped the quarters twice before he managed to put them into the phone. He dialled the number and waited.
The police switchboard was on the phone and Graham was put on hold until the director was reached.
Dr Lecter slowly came up behind him, a linoleum knife in his hand. He stopped when he was standing directly behind Graham and he slowly breathed on his neck.
Graham spun around in time to see Dr Lecter raise the knife and slash his stomach open from the ribcage to his left hip.
Dr Lecter was careful not to cut too deep and to miss any major arteries. He wanted Graham to live, but he also wanted to punish him enough to remember it for the rest of his life.
Graham fell on the floor, a look of horror on his face.
Dr Lecter left the knife beside the body and returned to his office.
The wheels were in motion.