Chapter 43
Clarice got out of the cab, with a box. She was greeted by a bunch of reporters and her dark duplex. She was the story of the week. Clarice pushed through the bunch of people and finally reached her door. She was safe for now.
The living room and hall was lighted up by all the blitzs the reporters used, Clarice leaned against the door and closed her eyes, she saw him, in front of her, as if he was still alive. It hurt more then ever, now she had more to remember him by, more to realize her loss. For the first time in her life, Clarice felt like screaming out loud. The world wasn't fair.
She had done so much for her coundtry and this was how it paid her back. Clarice found her old pal Jack and a glass and went up to her room. It had been a shitty day.
It had all begun earlier this day when she had to answer for what had happen in LA. Luckely they pull her ass to court, so Clarice told them what had happen, and when they asked again she had rosen from her chair and in less then charming way told them to shovle it and threw a piece of paper on the table.
On her way out the door she had said, "I quit" they had pushed her for the last time. Clarice sat on her bed and poured herself a drink.
The letter was still unopened under her pillow, for four days now she had not dared open it, she was afraid of the memories, of what he might ask of her and she wanted to wait till the last tie to her former masters had been sewered. It was time.
Clarice emptied the glass and put it next to the bottle on her nightstand. She retrieved the letter from under her pillow and looked at it for a long while.
Her name was not on the envolope. But there was a sweet smell of flowers. She took the letter out, his copperplate handwritining was dancing over the page. Even in a hurry were he collected and consentrated on the task at hand.
Clarice began to read with tears coming down her face.
My dearest Clarice.
I imaging you setting at home now, all ready to make a new start, my brave Clarice. We had all to little time. But you are not alone in the world; I will always be with you in heart and mind. That is how it has always been.
I roughly took the veil from your eyes, you see the truth now and it hurts because only you can see it now that I am gone. I have followed you for years Clarice, watched how you have grown. And I have hoped, for the first time in my life I hope that you one day would acknowledge the feelings you had. Ohh I saw them long before you did.
But know this, I love you; I will love you in death as I did in life. True love have no boundaries, I shall reach out for you from where I am.
You have come so far, that I wouldn't let you be stranded. I will give that which I could not give you while I was alive. A life worthy of you. My brave Clarice, look at the addresses and bank accounts, they are yours. Places all over the earth that FBI have no knowledge of.
Each estate carries something of me, make it yours.
With love always.
Hannibal.
Clarice looked at the papers behind the letter. There were several address all around the globe. And the bank accounts was numerous. Clarice suddenly understood why they could never catch him.
She put the letter away under the pillow. She poured several glasses of Jack D after that before passing out on her bed.
A/N so my dear readers. Was it a good one? Hmmm well there is more to come, that you can be sure off. But I would like to hear, what kind of ending you would find proper for this story, though I already have one in mind I would like to hear what you think.
And to you Florence, I would never EVER get tired of you reviews. I love to hear what you think. I always look forward to hearing what you have to say. So please don't stop.
Clarice got out of the cab, with a box. She was greeted by a bunch of reporters and her dark duplex. She was the story of the week. Clarice pushed through the bunch of people and finally reached her door. She was safe for now.
The living room and hall was lighted up by all the blitzs the reporters used, Clarice leaned against the door and closed her eyes, she saw him, in front of her, as if he was still alive. It hurt more then ever, now she had more to remember him by, more to realize her loss. For the first time in her life, Clarice felt like screaming out loud. The world wasn't fair.
She had done so much for her coundtry and this was how it paid her back. Clarice found her old pal Jack and a glass and went up to her room. It had been a shitty day.
It had all begun earlier this day when she had to answer for what had happen in LA. Luckely they pull her ass to court, so Clarice told them what had happen, and when they asked again she had rosen from her chair and in less then charming way told them to shovle it and threw a piece of paper on the table.
On her way out the door she had said, "I quit" they had pushed her for the last time. Clarice sat on her bed and poured herself a drink.
The letter was still unopened under her pillow, for four days now she had not dared open it, she was afraid of the memories, of what he might ask of her and she wanted to wait till the last tie to her former masters had been sewered. It was time.
Clarice emptied the glass and put it next to the bottle on her nightstand. She retrieved the letter from under her pillow and looked at it for a long while.
Her name was not on the envolope. But there was a sweet smell of flowers. She took the letter out, his copperplate handwritining was dancing over the page. Even in a hurry were he collected and consentrated on the task at hand.
Clarice began to read with tears coming down her face.
My dearest Clarice.
I imaging you setting at home now, all ready to make a new start, my brave Clarice. We had all to little time. But you are not alone in the world; I will always be with you in heart and mind. That is how it has always been.
I roughly took the veil from your eyes, you see the truth now and it hurts because only you can see it now that I am gone. I have followed you for years Clarice, watched how you have grown. And I have hoped, for the first time in my life I hope that you one day would acknowledge the feelings you had. Ohh I saw them long before you did.
But know this, I love you; I will love you in death as I did in life. True love have no boundaries, I shall reach out for you from where I am.
You have come so far, that I wouldn't let you be stranded. I will give that which I could not give you while I was alive. A life worthy of you. My brave Clarice, look at the addresses and bank accounts, they are yours. Places all over the earth that FBI have no knowledge of.
Each estate carries something of me, make it yours.
With love always.
Hannibal.
Clarice looked at the papers behind the letter. There were several address all around the globe. And the bank accounts was numerous. Clarice suddenly understood why they could never catch him.
She put the letter away under the pillow. She poured several glasses of Jack D after that before passing out on her bed.
A/N so my dear readers. Was it a good one? Hmmm well there is more to come, that you can be sure off. But I would like to hear, what kind of ending you would find proper for this story, though I already have one in mind I would like to hear what you think.
And to you Florence, I would never EVER get tired of you reviews. I love to hear what you think. I always look forward to hearing what you have to say. So please don't stop.
