Hannibal Lecter arrived in Florence, and Lecter inhale the
city's familiar smell, it was home. It did take Lecter long to get a room
in a four star hotel.
Some time Lecter was sitting in a small cafe, enjoying his espresso, tourist was walking by, in a hurry to see it all before the had to return home. Lecter looked at them; every face had a written expression. Lecter wondered if Clarice was here already and how the game would end. He had to admit that he had no idea, and he enjoyed it, no one could continue to surprise him this way. But he also had to admit that he would like it to end, he didn't like not being in control.
He decided to enjoy the day and relax, maybe he would go shopping, but first another cup would be refreshing.
Some time Lecter was sitting in a small cafe, enjoying his espresso, tourist was walking by, in a hurry to see it all before the had to return home. Lecter looked at them; every face had a written expression. Lecter wondered if Clarice was here already and how the game would end. He had to admit that he had no idea, and he enjoyed it, no one could continue to surprise him this way. But he also had to admit that he would like it to end, he didn't like not being in control.
He decided to enjoy the day and relax, maybe he would go shopping, but first another cup would be refreshing.
