Chapter 49
The small town was free of tourist in the summertime. Hannibal liked that, and except from an unusual amount of police the town was quite. Hannibal parked the car and looked around, he knew this town fairly well, and it was only a question of which shop to visit first and not try not to draw attention to himself.
The town was not yet buzzing, but the shops was open, there was one thing you could say about the Italians, they where early rises.
Despite the fact that it was a small town, it had the most delicious shops for those with taste, but then again, such shops where to be found in most cities and town in Italy. Hannibal crossed the street and walked over to a shop that sold vegetables, and quit fresh too. Hannibal could smell the freshness and the varieties mixed. He looked forward to some shopping it had really been too long.
Hannibal shopped for tonight's dinner party and for a special guest. He also found he lovely dress for Clarice, A Black silk dress, not nearly as low cut, but still there was something about it, he bought matching shoes.
He got him self a new suit. It was to be a formal dinner, and it wouldn't do, it would be rude.
The last items on list were purged and now he only needed to find his dinner guest. He figured it wouldn't be so hard since, all the action as at the border, they would have arranged for some kind of beds for the night.
Hannibal returned to the pick up with the last of his shopping and stood a moment, thinking about a logical place for FBI agents to have rooms. The most natural would be the motel near the border. He would go check.
He got the pick up in motion and started driving towards the border, making sure to park some distance from the endless rows of cars and angry drivers. There where indeed chaos there, police was everywhere, checking every car for clues. The out going traffic was slow nearly not moving, but the police didn't seem to notice, they where to busy on making sure that the former agent Clarice Starling and the cannibal Hannibal Lecter was not on the way out.
The search had gone on far too long, and anyone with sense would have called it quits. If they hadn't been there already they would not turn up now. But Ardelia Mapp didn't think like that, she knew they had to be there, at every border she had police posted making sure. She had decided to stay here at the highway, having her headquarters there. She would find them.
Hannibal looked at the motel and sure enough, the FBI was staying there, it didn't come as a surprise, he was seldom wrong, and when he was it was in regards to Clarice. There weren't any agents or police outside; they apparently didn't fear he would turn up here to call upon any one. It was reckless and not to mention stupid, but stupidity often served to Hannibal advantage, so he wasn't one to complain.
Hannibal walked down to the motel, he was on guard, when he reached the desk he politely asked for the room number of Agent Mapp, and got it, no question asked. It was a little to easy for his taste, but it served to make things quick and easy.
The motel had room doors out in the open, looking out onto the empty parking lot, Hannibal scanned the place for an easy escape and found it almost as quick, it wouldn't be a problem to have Mapp towed over to his pick up, and with all luck no one would notice she was gone. He found her room, he hears no voice from inside, and decided to try the door, it was unlocked.
You would have thought that Agents would be more wise about their own safety. He carefully opened the door, and slipped inside. Mapp's sleeping form was on the bed, she hadn't heard neither the door open nor Hannibal enter the room.
He took his time to look around, he found several papers on the progress of the hunt, noting disturbing though, they hadn't been close except from the time there had been a tail and after that they where simply fumbling in the dark.
Hannibal found the chloroform and a white cloth from his pocket. He poured the chloroform onto the cloth. It was time to get things going. He moved over to the bedside, moving as if he was a shadow, he lingered for a moment over Mapp's body before putting the cloth over her mouth.
It took a while before Mapp understood what was going on, she tried to fight Lecter's strong grasp on her shoulders, but it was no use, and her fight slowly ebbed out and she was unconscious.
Hannibal lifted Mapp's body out of the bed, and open the door, before walking out he checked for any Agents or other law enforcement personnel, when there was nothing to be found, he carried Mapp's body to the pick up.
He lay her on the passenger side, making sure that she was buckled up, then finding his own seat and drove off. The noon sun was high on the sky and Hannibal enjoyed what seemed to be a lovely day. There was something crisp about the air.
A/N well my dear readers, it looks like it's going to be a special dinner party. Should we join them??? Why the heck not, keep your heads up for new chapters.
Is the story boring??? Long drawn? Maybe, I dearly hope to change that now, though I'm not one for crazy fight scenes. I'll try to do my best.
Florence, I'll thank you again, you are fuel for this fic. Thank you for your reviews.
The small town was free of tourist in the summertime. Hannibal liked that, and except from an unusual amount of police the town was quite. Hannibal parked the car and looked around, he knew this town fairly well, and it was only a question of which shop to visit first and not try not to draw attention to himself.
The town was not yet buzzing, but the shops was open, there was one thing you could say about the Italians, they where early rises.
Despite the fact that it was a small town, it had the most delicious shops for those with taste, but then again, such shops where to be found in most cities and town in Italy. Hannibal crossed the street and walked over to a shop that sold vegetables, and quit fresh too. Hannibal could smell the freshness and the varieties mixed. He looked forward to some shopping it had really been too long.
Hannibal shopped for tonight's dinner party and for a special guest. He also found he lovely dress for Clarice, A Black silk dress, not nearly as low cut, but still there was something about it, he bought matching shoes.
He got him self a new suit. It was to be a formal dinner, and it wouldn't do, it would be rude.
The last items on list were purged and now he only needed to find his dinner guest. He figured it wouldn't be so hard since, all the action as at the border, they would have arranged for some kind of beds for the night.
Hannibal returned to the pick up with the last of his shopping and stood a moment, thinking about a logical place for FBI agents to have rooms. The most natural would be the motel near the border. He would go check.
He got the pick up in motion and started driving towards the border, making sure to park some distance from the endless rows of cars and angry drivers. There where indeed chaos there, police was everywhere, checking every car for clues. The out going traffic was slow nearly not moving, but the police didn't seem to notice, they where to busy on making sure that the former agent Clarice Starling and the cannibal Hannibal Lecter was not on the way out.
The search had gone on far too long, and anyone with sense would have called it quits. If they hadn't been there already they would not turn up now. But Ardelia Mapp didn't think like that, she knew they had to be there, at every border she had police posted making sure. She had decided to stay here at the highway, having her headquarters there. She would find them.
Hannibal looked at the motel and sure enough, the FBI was staying there, it didn't come as a surprise, he was seldom wrong, and when he was it was in regards to Clarice. There weren't any agents or police outside; they apparently didn't fear he would turn up here to call upon any one. It was reckless and not to mention stupid, but stupidity often served to Hannibal advantage, so he wasn't one to complain.
Hannibal walked down to the motel, he was on guard, when he reached the desk he politely asked for the room number of Agent Mapp, and got it, no question asked. It was a little to easy for his taste, but it served to make things quick and easy.
The motel had room doors out in the open, looking out onto the empty parking lot, Hannibal scanned the place for an easy escape and found it almost as quick, it wouldn't be a problem to have Mapp towed over to his pick up, and with all luck no one would notice she was gone. He found her room, he hears no voice from inside, and decided to try the door, it was unlocked.
You would have thought that Agents would be more wise about their own safety. He carefully opened the door, and slipped inside. Mapp's sleeping form was on the bed, she hadn't heard neither the door open nor Hannibal enter the room.
He took his time to look around, he found several papers on the progress of the hunt, noting disturbing though, they hadn't been close except from the time there had been a tail and after that they where simply fumbling in the dark.
Hannibal found the chloroform and a white cloth from his pocket. He poured the chloroform onto the cloth. It was time to get things going. He moved over to the bedside, moving as if he was a shadow, he lingered for a moment over Mapp's body before putting the cloth over her mouth.
It took a while before Mapp understood what was going on, she tried to fight Lecter's strong grasp on her shoulders, but it was no use, and her fight slowly ebbed out and she was unconscious.
Hannibal lifted Mapp's body out of the bed, and open the door, before walking out he checked for any Agents or other law enforcement personnel, when there was nothing to be found, he carried Mapp's body to the pick up.
He lay her on the passenger side, making sure that she was buckled up, then finding his own seat and drove off. The noon sun was high on the sky and Hannibal enjoyed what seemed to be a lovely day. There was something crisp about the air.
A/N well my dear readers, it looks like it's going to be a special dinner party. Should we join them??? Why the heck not, keep your heads up for new chapters.
Is the story boring??? Long drawn? Maybe, I dearly hope to change that now, though I'm not one for crazy fight scenes. I'll try to do my best.
Florence, I'll thank you again, you are fuel for this fic. Thank you for your reviews.