Chapter Six: Aperture
It hadn't taken long for the screams to have drowned in the night air. In fact, the sounds of silence other than the few crickets that chirped outside of the cabin is what snapped Clarice back to reality. She watched Dr. Lecter as he went to the sink and rinsed his hands. As he lathered up he looked back at Clarice.
Nothing needed to be said. Dr. Lecter knew that in her own little way Starling was thanking him. He gracefully wiped his hands off on a handkerchief before making his way besides the table. He studied Clarice as she now sat up, her legs dangling over the table and her hands against the table supporting her body. It took every nerve in his body as he reached up and rubbed Clarice's cheek.
"Time..." He began.
"To go." Clarice cut in and finished his sentence.
Dr. Lecter smiled. "That's my girl." He wanted so desperately to wisp Clarice off the table and take her away. Take her to a far away land where the two could live together in bliss, a bliss that Dr. Lecter had fantasized for many years. Yet, Dr. Lecter knew that it wasn't up to him to decide of his fate. It was up to Clarice. Would he be broken hearted again such as he was a year ago?
He waited a moment for a reaction. Nothing. No words came from her mouth, it was a typical Starling look. He smiled and took a step towards the door as the faint sound of a sirens called in the background.
He felt a hand around his.
The door opened as a radio cracked loudly. "A gentlemen called in with a tip. Said there was some screams coming from the shelter house."
"We're on it now." An officer stepped in the dark cabin and turned on the lights. "Holy shit!" He quickly turned around and threw up to the sight he had seen.
Another officer, obviously trying to hold down his own food called in to the radio. "We have a male body down here." He studied the empty room, the chairs were pushed neatly up to the table except for the one that contained the male body. This would be a hard case, there were no footprints to go by, no blood other than the crime scene. Who could be so neat and tidy during a murder? Perhaps it was a suicide.