Chapter Two A New Day
At 8 o'clock Ashley rise from bed and starts to clean her room. A picture of her mother sat on her night stand, her mother smiled widely at her. The picture was from her academy graduation gun powder showed brightly in the picture. Even the day she died the gunpowder was still burnt into her skin, she'd never bothered to scrape it out.
Ashley makes her bed and goes to her desk and she opens a drawer and sees a picture of Lector that she had 'borrowed' from a case file Eddie had left laying around.
"Hello Clarice." "You will tell me when the lambs stop screaming, won't you Clarice?" "I don't plan to call on you Clarice I find the world much more interesting with you in it."
The words her mother had told her about revolved round and round in her head. Her mother's crusade in life was to capture Lector, and when she did days before her retirement it was, perhaps the greatest accomplishment in her life. Now that he was loose, who knows what he might attempt. As dangerous as the serial killer was, Ashley wanted to know more about her mother, and the one person who might be able to tell her more might be the one who would kill her.
In the past few months Ashley followed the news trying to pinpoint where Lector might be or might be going. She hoped she could find him before he was killed and her mothers memories gone with him. The chances of that were slim. Lecter was on the FBI's most wanted list. How could a fourteen year old find him? Tomorrow afternoon, when Eddie took her to see her mother, Ashley would ask for her mother's guidance.
At two o'clock, Clarice's daughter left her bedroom and sat down with Eddie for lunch.
"Hi Eddie." Ashley says cheerfully.
"I see you're feeling better." Eddie says raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Yeah, I just figured my mom wouldn't want me to be sad and gloomy this weekend so I'm starting off "Clarice Starling Memorial Weekend." she says.
"Good for you." Eddie says smiling. "Have you been sleeping this whole time?"
"No way I've been up since eight, I was just cleaning up my room and thinking about my mom. Did I get any mail?" Ashley inquires about the mail she had brought over from her old house in which everyone still thought she lived at with her mother.
"No, but you're mom did get some letters from people who don't know about the accident. You should probably respond to some of the letters."
"Alright I'll take them." She says taking the stack of letters from her bodyguard.
Accident. Ashley hated, no despised that word. It was no accident, it was cold blooded murder. She suddenly realized Eddie was speaking to her.
"I'm going to clean out the gutters. You going to be alright?"
"Yeah of course. I'll just answer these letters." Ashley says shrugging.
"See you in a few hours."
"See ya." Ashley says walking to her desk.