Chapter 2: 2 months later.
She walked out of the FBI building. They had investigated everything; ten or maybe 15 times she had being interrogated over the past 2 months. She had stepped the line by going to save him at the barn when Pearsal had told her to stay out of it, she had been suspended after all but she hadn't listened. But they knew she was the only attraction to draw the cannibal in, he had proven that by letting her live that 4th of July and even save her by getting the bullet out of her shoulder and stitching it up. He loved to toy with her. So they decided to take her back, but only doing paperwork. But nobody would know that, they kept writing things in the papers to draw his attention. The National Tattler would write that after a trial she was back on the case to find Lecter. Meanwhile Clarice didn't know anything of the plans of the FBI, she always thought the Tattler wrote nonsense so she thought it was one of them made up stories again and the FBI told her likewise. Meanwhile they would keep a tap on her phone and watch her 24 hours. She hated doing paperwork, she hated the FBI after everything what had happened, but she still was an agent. After having a lousy day again with boring paperwork she cleaned her kitchen out of frustration and afterwards she got herself a cold drink. Leaning in her favourite chair she started to drift of until a hard, irritating noise woke her up.
She walked out of the FBI building. They had investigated everything; ten or maybe 15 times she had being interrogated over the past 2 months. She had stepped the line by going to save him at the barn when Pearsal had told her to stay out of it, she had been suspended after all but she hadn't listened. But they knew she was the only attraction to draw the cannibal in, he had proven that by letting her live that 4th of July and even save her by getting the bullet out of her shoulder and stitching it up. He loved to toy with her. So they decided to take her back, but only doing paperwork. But nobody would know that, they kept writing things in the papers to draw his attention. The National Tattler would write that after a trial she was back on the case to find Lecter. Meanwhile Clarice didn't know anything of the plans of the FBI, she always thought the Tattler wrote nonsense so she thought it was one of them made up stories again and the FBI told her likewise. Meanwhile they would keep a tap on her phone and watch her 24 hours. She hated doing paperwork, she hated the FBI after everything what had happened, but she still was an agent. After having a lousy day again with boring paperwork she cleaned her kitchen out of frustration and afterwards she got herself a cold drink. Leaning in her favourite chair she started to drift of until a hard, irritating noise woke her up.