Even though Clarice had only been gone for a few days, she felt
that Paris was filled with tourists. She was relieved when she was in the
comfort of her apartment. She put coffee over and took a long bath.
Ardi wasn't the same, or is it me? Have I really changed that much? Maybe I have. Or maybe I have always been like this, but only now do I see it, only now do I let out. The water was getting cold, Clarice got up. Took a towel around her, and looked in the mirrow. Gone was the old Clarice, the Clarice wanting to do eveything to get all the way in the FBI, wanting her father's dead approval of the things she did. The image in the mirrow, was what Clarice had looked for all her life, and now she was on the path with a purpose. "To catch a crook you gotta be one." Clarice said out loud.
Clarice sat at her desk, her laptop was on, the blue light from the screen was reflected on her face.
So I can't contact him, hmmm. Clarice continued to surf though the information highway, looking for leads as to where he might be. I know he was at the opera, now could he have left Paris since then? No, no I don't think so, he waits to see if the killer will repete his deeds. So I would have to do it again. Hmm a killer by nature. So to find a victim, someone who deserve it.
Clarice got up and and went over to her stereo it was time for Goldbergs variactions. The harpy was as it was left after it's first murder by the hands of Clarice. She looked at Dante's inferno, and remembered the passage, Abandon all hope ye who enters in. Was that where she was going? To hell? But she had hope, hope of love, of finding out where she belonged, home is where the heart is.
Several days later, it was once again Sunday, it was 2 weeks since she found out that Lecter had been in Paris, but since then, she had done nothing, Clarice had no idea as to how she should proceed. She had learned that the police, had credited the two murders to Dr. Hannibal lecter. The reason had been that several people had told the police that they had seen him, the fine cuts also showed when compared to the reports the FBI had, that it might well had been a harpy. When the police was asked about the stockings they simply stated that it must have been on the viticms when Dr. Lecter had found them. The police aprently thought that they where cross dressers or gays. The police seemed only to willingly to get their hands clean, and blamening Dr. Lecter would also mean that if they never craked the case they where on dry land.
They had the airports on alert, but after a week they had given up, he was gone. The papers had found new things to write about and the world continued as if nothing had happened.
Clarice knew that is was time to move, silence before the storm. They would be looking for a him not a she, this helped her, now, it was only to get Dr. Lecter to follow her.
Clarice had found a buyer to her apartment it didn't take long, aparently there was a shortege on housing. Clarice had instead bought a small contry house in Italy not fare from Florence, it hadn't cost her much, and there was still the money she had from the sale of her "agency" She had about 2 weeks, to lure Lecter out and get him to follow her to Italy. Clarice wasn't sure that it would be possible, after all he was the one who use to play with people, and Clarice was just beginning. Still she was sure that she would have alot fun, wheather it would the last she would ever had was yet to be discovered. Clarice knew she was playing with fire, but that wouldn't stop her. She was tired of the life she had, there was nothing to satisfy her the lest, even the short stay with Ardi and her family had told her that. Clarice would never again run from who and what she was and is. It was time to chekmate Dr. Lecter.
Ardi wasn't the same, or is it me? Have I really changed that much? Maybe I have. Or maybe I have always been like this, but only now do I see it, only now do I let out. The water was getting cold, Clarice got up. Took a towel around her, and looked in the mirrow. Gone was the old Clarice, the Clarice wanting to do eveything to get all the way in the FBI, wanting her father's dead approval of the things she did. The image in the mirrow, was what Clarice had looked for all her life, and now she was on the path with a purpose. "To catch a crook you gotta be one." Clarice said out loud.
Clarice sat at her desk, her laptop was on, the blue light from the screen was reflected on her face.
So I can't contact him, hmmm. Clarice continued to surf though the information highway, looking for leads as to where he might be. I know he was at the opera, now could he have left Paris since then? No, no I don't think so, he waits to see if the killer will repete his deeds. So I would have to do it again. Hmm a killer by nature. So to find a victim, someone who deserve it.
Clarice got up and and went over to her stereo it was time for Goldbergs variactions. The harpy was as it was left after it's first murder by the hands of Clarice. She looked at Dante's inferno, and remembered the passage, Abandon all hope ye who enters in. Was that where she was going? To hell? But she had hope, hope of love, of finding out where she belonged, home is where the heart is.
Several days later, it was once again Sunday, it was 2 weeks since she found out that Lecter had been in Paris, but since then, she had done nothing, Clarice had no idea as to how she should proceed. She had learned that the police, had credited the two murders to Dr. Hannibal lecter. The reason had been that several people had told the police that they had seen him, the fine cuts also showed when compared to the reports the FBI had, that it might well had been a harpy. When the police was asked about the stockings they simply stated that it must have been on the viticms when Dr. Lecter had found them. The police aprently thought that they where cross dressers or gays. The police seemed only to willingly to get their hands clean, and blamening Dr. Lecter would also mean that if they never craked the case they where on dry land.
They had the airports on alert, but after a week they had given up, he was gone. The papers had found new things to write about and the world continued as if nothing had happened.
Clarice knew that is was time to move, silence before the storm. They would be looking for a him not a she, this helped her, now, it was only to get Dr. Lecter to follow her.
Clarice had found a buyer to her apartment it didn't take long, aparently there was a shortege on housing. Clarice had instead bought a small contry house in Italy not fare from Florence, it hadn't cost her much, and there was still the money she had from the sale of her "agency" She had about 2 weeks, to lure Lecter out and get him to follow her to Italy. Clarice wasn't sure that it would be possible, after all he was the one who use to play with people, and Clarice was just beginning. Still she was sure that she would have alot fun, wheather it would the last she would ever had was yet to be discovered. Clarice knew she was playing with fire, but that wouldn't stop her. She was tired of the life she had, there was nothing to satisfy her the lest, even the short stay with Ardi and her family had told her that. Clarice would never again run from who and what she was and is. It was time to chekmate Dr. Lecter.
