When Clarice had gone, Graham set about to pacing, his face bent in concentration as he watched the ground in front of his feet intensely. Several times he paused and roughly ran his hands through his hair before muttering and continuing. Finally, he stopped, his eyes set upon the photographs Clarice had been studying. With a satisfied look, he rushed out of Hannibal's House and practically vaulted up the stairs to Behavioral Science.

"Jack," he announced, pushing through Crawford's door.

Crawford looked up at him over the rims of his glasses, a spindly finger came up to push them up his nose and he looked at Graham straight on. "Find something, Will?" From his look, Will knew that Crawford really didn't expect him to have found anything. He's probably followed dozens of dead end leads before.

"Not really," Will said, sitting down heavily on the chair across from Crawford. "I was just wondering why you didn't send Starling out to Florence."

"Will, you know I can't just arbitrarily send her out on every little thing…"

"But this is directly related to Lecter," Graham cut him off. "Not just some lead that could go nowhere. You know he was there."

"I couldn't and still can't afford the man power to make sure she'd be protected if he was lurking about."

"You really think he would be stupid enough to hang around Florence."

"Did we really think he'd be stupid enough to come back to the States? Stupid enough to kidnap the Agent who is trying to arrest him?"

"You're right, Jack, but there's nothing stupid about Hannibal Lecter. He wouldn't risk his freedom for nothing. He was sure he wouldn't get caught." Or at least willing to take that chance in order to see her…The thought came unbidden into Will's head. He shook his head. "I can guarantee he's not in Florence anymore, Jack. It makes no sense."

Crawford sighed, "Neither does anything else about him." He studied his wall; all the cases he had been working on were near completion, except this one. He didn't want to retire knowing that Hannibal Lecter had eluded him. So it was a bit of ego that made him agree. "I'll get you on a plane by the end of the week, Will."