Chapter 2


It had been a year since what happened at Chesapeake and Clarice Starling still had a job at the F.B.I., even though she was questioned into the death of Paul Krendler and the escape of Dr. Hannibal Lecter, they found it wasn't any fault of her's since she was drugged. The National Tattler kept pestering Clarice for her story about what happened that night, even offering her good money for her story, but everytime she refused.

To tell the truth,she really didn't give a shit about the death of Krendler,since he basically ruined her career. She more cared about the kiss that her and Dr. Lecter shared. She never felt anything so soft in all her life. Well,that was before she decided to handcuff them together and since Clarice refused to give Lecter the key, he just took off his own hand to return to his freedom. She still had difficulty getting over the fact that Dr. Lecter took his own hand instead of her's. And she was starting to come to terms about her feelings for Lecter.

Ever since the events at Chesapeake, Clarice doubted she'd ever be put on the Lecter Task Force again and to tell the truth, she really didn't want to be a part of the Task Force. Especially since Arlington had a new serial killer on the loose, who was way more dangerous then Lecter ever could be. Yes, he ate his victims, but he never raped any of them. She had a feeling she'd be asked to join that task force but the question was when. And the answer was coming soon then she thought.