Part 8:
It's Him
The car pulled up just behind her. She could not make out the driver due to the fact that the Jaguar had kind of toned or mirrored-glass. Her heart beat accelerated and she started to feel uncomfortable. Her gut told her to be careful. Every muscle in her body clenched. She felt a small tingle in the pit of her stomach. It was that feeling – the feeling that she had every time when .... 'No, don't go there, Clarice' she told herself 'Pull yourself together!' ....
She was not sure how long she had been sitting there staring into the rearview mirror watching the car behind her. It seemed like an eternity. Suddenly the car pulled out of the space behind her and passed her. It slowed down to grind to a halt right beside her. She didn't turn her head, her heart skipped a beat and she froze.
All of a sudden Clarice was out of breath. Her breathing was ragged and her palms began to get sweaty. She hadn't turned her head yet, she was too afraid what she would see there. Her eyes pungently observed the steering- wheel as if there was nothing more important than that. She expected the windows to be scrolled down - first she was too scared to even turn her head slightly to see what was happening there. Her body felt tense and her muscles hurt from not moving. She looked like a living statue with a shiny veil of satiny hair that hung around her finely modeled skull. She heard a low buzzing sound and from the corner of her eye she saw the window go down and disclose what should be within the car. Still Clarice could not bring herself to look sideways – she was just not ready to face reality and of course the truth that hid behind it, because that meant that she had to admit her true feelings and longings and to concede that she had been wrong. Wrong to believe that she could return to her life as a federal agent, to a life without that tingling sensation she felt whenever he was near her.
"Ms. Starling?" a soft female voice asked. Clarice was shook out of her reverie. Her whole upper body swung around to face the other car. Her big baby blues were opened wide and all the color from her face had faded away. She was as white as the snowy mountains in winter time. Clarice would have expected everything but this.
She stared into brown eyes. The woman in the car was in her mid forties, she had brown hair, warm eyes and a face you would remember once and for all, because of its exquisite beauty. She was small, slender and well defined. Clarice could only shake her head. If he had known her, it would not be such an amazing thing, because he always had had beautiful women on his side. He loved beauty in a woman, Clarice knew that much. But beauty in his definition was the superficial beauty combined with keen intellect. That was, what she thought, he liked about her, or more to say fascinated him about her. If she hadn't thrilled him with her acumen, like he would have put it, he would have desisted from her very quickly and she would have been an easy prey for him. 'Lucky me', Clarice thought.
"Ms. Starling?" the voice asked again, this time a little worried.
"Uh, uhm yes, sorry, I was a little surprised, I thought you were someone else. What can I do for you?" she addressed the woman in the Jag.
"Ms. Starling – can I call you Clarice? Clarice, I have some really hard to believe evidence in my vault at home, because I didn't know where to put it, which I think will interest you immensely. It does deal with one person we both knew or should I say know well. Even if I have to admit that you probably know him the best. I never found out until after we split up. Yes, Clarice, I had a relat... no more an affaire with him. Should we go? You can leave your car here and come with me, or you can follow me – whatever pleases you! – Oh before I forget, I am Lucinda Walker, MD, Medical Examiner of Toronto with a special education in the analysis of dental images. I also worked as one of the local dentists, it was a lot more profitable. Well, I had to live, hadn't I?"
Clarice nodded slowly. She had to literally process the data she had just received.
"You had an affair with him? When, how – I mean how was it? And, well I have to think that through. That really it something, Ms. Walker!"
"Lucy, please! Do you want to get into my car?"
No, Ms. W.. Lucy I'll take my car. Please go on. I can think about everything on the way. This really is something... ."
-tbc-
It's Him
The car pulled up just behind her. She could not make out the driver due to the fact that the Jaguar had kind of toned or mirrored-glass. Her heart beat accelerated and she started to feel uncomfortable. Her gut told her to be careful. Every muscle in her body clenched. She felt a small tingle in the pit of her stomach. It was that feeling – the feeling that she had every time when .... 'No, don't go there, Clarice' she told herself 'Pull yourself together!' ....
She was not sure how long she had been sitting there staring into the rearview mirror watching the car behind her. It seemed like an eternity. Suddenly the car pulled out of the space behind her and passed her. It slowed down to grind to a halt right beside her. She didn't turn her head, her heart skipped a beat and she froze.
All of a sudden Clarice was out of breath. Her breathing was ragged and her palms began to get sweaty. She hadn't turned her head yet, she was too afraid what she would see there. Her eyes pungently observed the steering- wheel as if there was nothing more important than that. She expected the windows to be scrolled down - first she was too scared to even turn her head slightly to see what was happening there. Her body felt tense and her muscles hurt from not moving. She looked like a living statue with a shiny veil of satiny hair that hung around her finely modeled skull. She heard a low buzzing sound and from the corner of her eye she saw the window go down and disclose what should be within the car. Still Clarice could not bring herself to look sideways – she was just not ready to face reality and of course the truth that hid behind it, because that meant that she had to admit her true feelings and longings and to concede that she had been wrong. Wrong to believe that she could return to her life as a federal agent, to a life without that tingling sensation she felt whenever he was near her.
"Ms. Starling?" a soft female voice asked. Clarice was shook out of her reverie. Her whole upper body swung around to face the other car. Her big baby blues were opened wide and all the color from her face had faded away. She was as white as the snowy mountains in winter time. Clarice would have expected everything but this.
She stared into brown eyes. The woman in the car was in her mid forties, she had brown hair, warm eyes and a face you would remember once and for all, because of its exquisite beauty. She was small, slender and well defined. Clarice could only shake her head. If he had known her, it would not be such an amazing thing, because he always had had beautiful women on his side. He loved beauty in a woman, Clarice knew that much. But beauty in his definition was the superficial beauty combined with keen intellect. That was, what she thought, he liked about her, or more to say fascinated him about her. If she hadn't thrilled him with her acumen, like he would have put it, he would have desisted from her very quickly and she would have been an easy prey for him. 'Lucky me', Clarice thought.
"Ms. Starling?" the voice asked again, this time a little worried.
"Uh, uhm yes, sorry, I was a little surprised, I thought you were someone else. What can I do for you?" she addressed the woman in the Jag.
"Ms. Starling – can I call you Clarice? Clarice, I have some really hard to believe evidence in my vault at home, because I didn't know where to put it, which I think will interest you immensely. It does deal with one person we both knew or should I say know well. Even if I have to admit that you probably know him the best. I never found out until after we split up. Yes, Clarice, I had a relat... no more an affaire with him. Should we go? You can leave your car here and come with me, or you can follow me – whatever pleases you! – Oh before I forget, I am Lucinda Walker, MD, Medical Examiner of Toronto with a special education in the analysis of dental images. I also worked as one of the local dentists, it was a lot more profitable. Well, I had to live, hadn't I?"
Clarice nodded slowly. She had to literally process the data she had just received.
"You had an affair with him? When, how – I mean how was it? And, well I have to think that through. That really it something, Ms. Walker!"
"Lucy, please! Do you want to get into my car?"
No, Ms. W.. Lucy I'll take my car. Please go on. I can think about everything on the way. This really is something... ."
-tbc-