Chapter eight
When Clarice got home, she took a quick shower and changed to jeans and a shirt. No time for coffee this morning, she called a cab and got off to her office.
Her office building was a much to look at, it was almost a shed, Clarice didn't care though, it was as good as any. Outside the small building was a news stand, Clarice bought two newspapers, American post and the local Paris news Clarice still liked to know what was going on in the States, and she bought the National Tattler for fun, they had a way to make her day lighter knowing that they would no more bother her.
She had 6 employees, as she liked to call them. All was there when she arrived, it didn't take her long to giver them their weeks jobs, and she found her place behind her desk. The papers were in front of her.
She had to admit that she was interested in knowing if they had written anything about her, and her little nightly adventure.
Clarice took the local paper, and sure enough she was front news, except from the fact that word Dr: Hannibal Lecter was credited for her handy work. Well well, that HE isn't going to like. If that was him in the Opera last night I am sure that there will be some fun in the town, but it wouldn't be the first time, some one wrote the he had killed when it wasn't him, hmm the journalist of cause never wrote again.. my my, I think that there will be some fun for all.
Clarice wasn't interested in what they wrote, or the guessing motives, she read the other newspapers and threw them out. And continued to the post. There were the usual bills, it was a dread. Her eyes fell on a offer to buy her agency, a rather nice offer. Maybe it was time to move on. You find it boring already. You have to venture out looking for danger to have some fun. Why don't you admit that you miss it? Miss what? Hmm your games with Lecter. Because I don't. Don't lie, I can have my own fun, I don't need him, no? But you still miss him. How many times have you not wondered how your life would be on the run with HIM hmm? "STOP IT" Clarice almost shouted, she looked at the offer again and called the number on the paper arranging a meeting with the buyer.
Later that evening when she was home in her sparsely furnished apartment, she was unemployed; oh he had offered to keep her on, with a nice salary. She thanked him no and left him with the check in hand, it hadn't taken her long to sign the papers. She was free again. But you are a free murderer. By all right you belonged in a cell locked up and parade around as a monster. What would you Daddy think? He's dead he doesn't think anymore, it's my life I am free to do as I please. And I think it's time to return to Washington and have a little meeting with Nanoon, I am sure he'll be glad to see me. Clarice smiled again. She booked a ticket and packed her bags. Just a small trip, how long would it take? Planning murder now are we? Oh I wouldn't call it murder, hmmm no rather a favor, and it would give me a chance to meet with Ardelia. I really should ease up.
Clarice left for Washington the following morning, after giving Ardelia a Call to ask if she could stay at her place for a few days. Ardelia agree saying that she was looking forward to them spending some time together and have some fun in town; even though she was married it wouldn't stop her from reliving good old times. Clarice smiled at that, leave it Ardi to make you have a good time and you where sure to have it.
When Clarice got home, she took a quick shower and changed to jeans and a shirt. No time for coffee this morning, she called a cab and got off to her office.
Her office building was a much to look at, it was almost a shed, Clarice didn't care though, it was as good as any. Outside the small building was a news stand, Clarice bought two newspapers, American post and the local Paris news Clarice still liked to know what was going on in the States, and she bought the National Tattler for fun, they had a way to make her day lighter knowing that they would no more bother her.
She had 6 employees, as she liked to call them. All was there when she arrived, it didn't take her long to giver them their weeks jobs, and she found her place behind her desk. The papers were in front of her.
She had to admit that she was interested in knowing if they had written anything about her, and her little nightly adventure.
Clarice took the local paper, and sure enough she was front news, except from the fact that word Dr: Hannibal Lecter was credited for her handy work. Well well, that HE isn't going to like. If that was him in the Opera last night I am sure that there will be some fun in the town, but it wouldn't be the first time, some one wrote the he had killed when it wasn't him, hmm the journalist of cause never wrote again.. my my, I think that there will be some fun for all.
Clarice wasn't interested in what they wrote, or the guessing motives, she read the other newspapers and threw them out. And continued to the post. There were the usual bills, it was a dread. Her eyes fell on a offer to buy her agency, a rather nice offer. Maybe it was time to move on. You find it boring already. You have to venture out looking for danger to have some fun. Why don't you admit that you miss it? Miss what? Hmm your games with Lecter. Because I don't. Don't lie, I can have my own fun, I don't need him, no? But you still miss him. How many times have you not wondered how your life would be on the run with HIM hmm? "STOP IT" Clarice almost shouted, she looked at the offer again and called the number on the paper arranging a meeting with the buyer.
Later that evening when she was home in her sparsely furnished apartment, she was unemployed; oh he had offered to keep her on, with a nice salary. She thanked him no and left him with the check in hand, it hadn't taken her long to sign the papers. She was free again. But you are a free murderer. By all right you belonged in a cell locked up and parade around as a monster. What would you Daddy think? He's dead he doesn't think anymore, it's my life I am free to do as I please. And I think it's time to return to Washington and have a little meeting with Nanoon, I am sure he'll be glad to see me. Clarice smiled again. She booked a ticket and packed her bags. Just a small trip, how long would it take? Planning murder now are we? Oh I wouldn't call it murder, hmmm no rather a favor, and it would give me a chance to meet with Ardelia. I really should ease up.
Clarice left for Washington the following morning, after giving Ardelia a Call to ask if she could stay at her place for a few days. Ardelia agree saying that she was looking forward to them spending some time together and have some fun in town; even though she was married it wouldn't stop her from reliving good old times. Clarice smiled at that, leave it Ardi to make you have a good time and you where sure to have it.