Chapter 52

Around the globe, in a nice little town on the cost of Spain sat a gentleman. He sat at a table in his robe, reading through the papers as he did every morning.

Dr. Lecter mused to himself. As he reached the personal ads. Even though it had been some time since there nice little te ta te, he still hoped to one day be able to look at a message from her to him. Was debated with him self if this little obsession was becoming tedious, but all though vanished as he saw an ad to A. A. Aaron. It read.

To A. A. Aaron.

For he hears the lamb's innocent call And he hears the ewe's thender reply He is watchful while they are in peace For they know when their Shepard is nigh

Helene Troy

He didn't believe what he saw. And when he looked at the other papers as well, it was the same. Could it finally be? He had read that she had dropped the FBI like a bad husband, or even a bad habit. But he didn't know what went on in her life now.

He was intrigued that she had chosen a poem and not her own words. Dr. Lecter leaned back into the chair engrossed in thought about his little Starling.

She had found freedom at last, and this was an attempt to do what, to achieve what? For the first time, he had no idea what she was up to. His little unpredictable bird. If it was a trap it was better not to alarm them that he was coming.

Dr. Lecter got up to make a phone call to the airline. In less then a week he would be seeing his Clarice again. The game was on, and the rules where no existent. Just like they had always been, but this time the stack was higher then either of them could ever have foreseen. This was to be her last chance.

Dr. Lecter prepared for his journey.

A/N yeah it's a short entry, but it would seem it's going some where.

The poem is William Blake's The Shepard. I don't own that one either I just borrowed it. So tell me what you think of my choice...

Ta ta. Guber