Chapter 4: To come up with a plan.
She couldn't believe it, the most wanted criminal got away at the Chesapeake and after that he called her and still she didn't know where he was, why hadn't she tried to find out where he was? You stupid! She had to call the FBI, didn't she? Well for what exactly, to tell them that their most wanted Cannibal just called her to have a chat and I that she couldn't trace him and didn't found out where he was. Yes, then she would get her job back, NOT! Damn him, why did he have to call and worst of all he told her that it wasn't the last time he would seek her out. Think Clarice, Think! The only way I can have my job back and be respected again by the FBI is when I capture Doctor Lecter, but do I want to? God, I don't know.I just have to.I have to find out where he is, but how? He will contact me again, he made that clear, and maybe when he does I can find out where he is. Oh, who am I kidding, he is Doctor Lecter, he will never let me know where he is unless he wants to and he has to be crazy to want an agent know his whereabouts. She let herself fall into the chair again with a heavy sigh. I need to come up with a plan. She yawned. But first I need to get some rest, because I can't think straight this way. She got up out of the chair and walked upstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep.
After a few hours of sleep she woke up again, took a shower and got dressed. After a cup of coffee she went for her morning jog. While she was jogging she remembered something Doctor Lecter had wrote to her some time ago, he had given her two names of newspapers en names where she should post an ad under. It was a long shot that he still checked for ads, but it could be a way to get into contact with him. And then what? Ask him to come out and play? It's a ridiculous plan, he wouldn't respond so I can find him and by that turning him in. So that wouldn't work to place an ad. What to do? She stopped running and stretched her muscles. From a distance Lecter watched her with a binocular. She probably thought that he was out of the country, but that would have been stupid. The airports are swamped with FBI at the moment; he had to wait until thinks cooled down. He had to be careful, maybe they had men watching her, but he couldn't resist his urge to see her before he would leave the country. He lowered his binoculars, what to do with this, his obsession with her. It was dangerous he knew but he couldn't resisted seeing her, trying to win her over. Why did he have those strong feelings for a FBI agent? But in the kitchen at the Chesapeake at the moment he kissed her he know there was a change, he felt it by her body language and saw it when the tear rolled over her cheek. He had to get back to what he planned. He left his car and walked to hers parked next to it. Opening her car with ease he got in the drivers seat. He smelled her all over the place. He reached for his pocket (By doing it we see a bandit on his pink) and got a folded letter out of it. Written on top of it was her single name, Clarice. One last smell and he left the car and quickly drove away before she would be back. Another car left a safe distance from the parking lot. The good Doctor had made a terrible mistake this time.
She couldn't believe it, the most wanted criminal got away at the Chesapeake and after that he called her and still she didn't know where he was, why hadn't she tried to find out where he was? You stupid! She had to call the FBI, didn't she? Well for what exactly, to tell them that their most wanted Cannibal just called her to have a chat and I that she couldn't trace him and didn't found out where he was. Yes, then she would get her job back, NOT! Damn him, why did he have to call and worst of all he told her that it wasn't the last time he would seek her out. Think Clarice, Think! The only way I can have my job back and be respected again by the FBI is when I capture Doctor Lecter, but do I want to? God, I don't know.I just have to.I have to find out where he is, but how? He will contact me again, he made that clear, and maybe when he does I can find out where he is. Oh, who am I kidding, he is Doctor Lecter, he will never let me know where he is unless he wants to and he has to be crazy to want an agent know his whereabouts. She let herself fall into the chair again with a heavy sigh. I need to come up with a plan. She yawned. But first I need to get some rest, because I can't think straight this way. She got up out of the chair and walked upstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep.
After a few hours of sleep she woke up again, took a shower and got dressed. After a cup of coffee she went for her morning jog. While she was jogging she remembered something Doctor Lecter had wrote to her some time ago, he had given her two names of newspapers en names where she should post an ad under. It was a long shot that he still checked for ads, but it could be a way to get into contact with him. And then what? Ask him to come out and play? It's a ridiculous plan, he wouldn't respond so I can find him and by that turning him in. So that wouldn't work to place an ad. What to do? She stopped running and stretched her muscles. From a distance Lecter watched her with a binocular. She probably thought that he was out of the country, but that would have been stupid. The airports are swamped with FBI at the moment; he had to wait until thinks cooled down. He had to be careful, maybe they had men watching her, but he couldn't resist his urge to see her before he would leave the country. He lowered his binoculars, what to do with this, his obsession with her. It was dangerous he knew but he couldn't resisted seeing her, trying to win her over. Why did he have those strong feelings for a FBI agent? But in the kitchen at the Chesapeake at the moment he kissed her he know there was a change, he felt it by her body language and saw it when the tear rolled over her cheek. He had to get back to what he planned. He left his car and walked to hers parked next to it. Opening her car with ease he got in the drivers seat. He smelled her all over the place. He reached for his pocket (By doing it we see a bandit on his pink) and got a folded letter out of it. Written on top of it was her single name, Clarice. One last smell and he left the car and quickly drove away before she would be back. Another car left a safe distance from the parking lot. The good Doctor had made a terrible mistake this time.