Chapter 34
Clarice was awaken by the phone, she had no idea for how long it had ringed, by it was starting to get on her nerves.
Clarice had been on stake out to 3 am. And now the damn phone was ringing. Clarice opened one eye to look at the alarm clock she had next to her bed. It was showing 5:55 am. She fumbled after the phone and tumbles several things down off her nightstand.
"Starling" Clarice answered though not fully awake. "This is Noonan. I call because something has come up and I need you at my office at 7 am. Can you make it?" "Yes sir." There was no goodbye, and Clarice was left to wonder what was going on.
Clarice had been working in the bottom of the FBI. Ever since the Chesapeake she had been told again and again that she should be lucky for still being a agent. But Clarice didn't feel lucky at all, she was still an agent but she wasn't happy about it anymore.
For the past year and half she had had nightmares, Dr. Lecter was hunting her dreams. That kiss burned more then anything. In the daytime, she could fill her mind with her job. But in the night there was nothing to stop him. He was there every night. He was the last thing she thought about before she fell asleep and the first thing in the morning. Clarice wished it to be different.
Clarice dragged herself out of bed and in the shower.
Less then 20 minutes later she was on her way to Quitinco.
Clarice was awaken by the phone, she had no idea for how long it had ringed, by it was starting to get on her nerves.
Clarice had been on stake out to 3 am. And now the damn phone was ringing. Clarice opened one eye to look at the alarm clock she had next to her bed. It was showing 5:55 am. She fumbled after the phone and tumbles several things down off her nightstand.
"Starling" Clarice answered though not fully awake. "This is Noonan. I call because something has come up and I need you at my office at 7 am. Can you make it?" "Yes sir." There was no goodbye, and Clarice was left to wonder what was going on.
Clarice had been working in the bottom of the FBI. Ever since the Chesapeake she had been told again and again that she should be lucky for still being a agent. But Clarice didn't feel lucky at all, she was still an agent but she wasn't happy about it anymore.
For the past year and half she had had nightmares, Dr. Lecter was hunting her dreams. That kiss burned more then anything. In the daytime, she could fill her mind with her job. But in the night there was nothing to stop him. He was there every night. He was the last thing she thought about before she fell asleep and the first thing in the morning. Clarice wished it to be different.
Clarice dragged herself out of bed and in the shower.
Less then 20 minutes later she was on her way to Quitinco.
