Chapter Eighteen: Spring cleaning my ass.
Ashley opens the door to her bedroom. After the move she had to get rid of many things she owned. The result was pitiful only a few things she owned filled up the room, her bed, a night stand, and a few pictures. There was virtually nothing to get rid of.
Instead she packs up the ten shirts, four pairs of jeans and undergarments into a duffle bag. Her closet was now empty. She stuffs the duffle bag under her bed and closes the closet. The picture of her mother and the picture of Lecter she packs into her book bag, along with Lecter's notes to her mother and Clarice's news clippings. She stuffs her wallet, flashlight, and matches in the bag also. Her night stand is now empty too. The book bag joins her duffle bag underneath the bed. No one could tell that anything had been disturbed in the room. The closet door was shut, her bed made, her cell phone stuffed in her pocket and the duffle and book bag out of sight holding everything she owned.
Starling worried about Lecter now, the feds would have snipers, SWAT and agents swarming the cemetery. Starling hoped that Eddie was wrong and Lecter wouldn't hurt her. Starling knew Lecter could be in an out of there with her in seconds without anyone seeing him. It was only six forty five and there was nothing to do until noon when they would leave. Ashley lays down on the bed and falls asleep.