Chapter 5

He had stacks of newspapers in front of him, The International-Herald Tribune,China Mail, two from Spain, two from Italy and The National Tatter thrown in too.

All saying the samething about the newest body found in Arlington, Virginia by The No Trace Killer.

He found it funny how the press came up with interesting names for serial killers like himself, Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter.

The Tribune had a picture of the scene of the crime, but that wasn't what interested him, it was the picture of F.B.I. Agent Clarice Starling.

He smiled upon seeing her in the picture, still with the F.B.I., even after what happened at Chesapeake.

Hannibal had been living the last year in France since he couldn't go back to his beloved Florence.

He's hand still ached every now and then, Clarice didn't know he didn't cut off his hand, even though he cut through his wrist to be free.

They're last meeting played through his head over and over again. Clarice pinned to the refrigerator door. "Would you ever say to me stop, if you loved me you'll stop?" "Not in a thousand years." "Not in a thousand years? That's my girl." Then he kissed her.

He didn't bother with the rest but he treasured the kiss even if Clarice didn't.

His feelings for her had been growing since their first meeting down in the Dungeon many years ago.

He wondered who Clarice was going to capture this new serial killer in Arlington, maybe the sameway she caught Jame Gumb.

It had been awhile since Hannibal wrote to Clarice, maybe he'll do that later today.

Little did Hannibal know that Clarice would need his help more then he'd ever know.