Chapter 3

a guy with glasses with a cig in his mouth looks up from his book and snuff it out in the ash tray: welcome back Clarice, and who is your friend
She introduces Craig
"PI Why here?"
"For our investigation."
"To see Lector I see."
"Yes." She nods.
Craig. Speaks up. "Who is lector?"
The speckle guy hands Craig a profile. "Doctor Hannibal Lector, or as known as Hannibal the cannibal he ate his victims. He is a genius but psychotic, he can function in the real world yet he is stuck in his own world.
Clarice: "I know everything about him, and you know everything about Jigsaw, we need Lector's help to catch Jigsaw."
"How can we trust an equally psychotic man to catch a psychotic man?" Craig raises an eyebrow.
Clarice: "we have done this before and saved many lives, he may be psychotic, but he's a genius and he can catch this Jigsaw."
"Ok, but I still don't trust this Doctor."
The guy in specs: "good because we have rules."
Craig listens to these rules and looks at the picture of the injured nurse. This guy was sure something. "I understand."
They walk down and exit the metal door hanging to the right until they come to a clear cell with a man sitting on a cot.
"Clarice, it's good to see you again."

The man smiles in a way that makes shivers up Craig's spine. "And who is your friend here, a boyfriend you've been hiding from me."
"No Lector this is more professional."
"As are all relationships I see, so tell me your name, Mr. Private Eye." Lector smirks.
Craig has not spoken yet: "how did you know I am a Private Investigator."
The doctor smiles again: "well you can say that your cologne is cheap, and your shoes have old blood on it, or you can say that your badge is showing Mr. Mitchell."
Craig looks down and sees the sociopath is right. He covers it with his suit. "Well I see you are very observant Dr.," he sounds calm but the truth was Craig was all out scared.
"I also see that your sweating, but you don't know me and this is your first time so, I expect this."
Clarice whispers into his ear: try not to show fear.
"You're telling me." Craig pulls on his collar.
"Well if you're just bringing him so he can be scared, well you're doing a good job so far." lector looks at Craig like he was prey and the private eye thought he probably was.
Clarice:" we need your help lector."
"Really it seems people only come here for my help, not even say hi right Clarice." he looks at Clarice deeply.
Craig could not stand this tension: "we are here because of him." he slides the profile of Jigsaw into lector's tray.
Lector reads the papers: "hmm very interesting, this is all his games he plays?"
Craig: "all the ones I have I haven't checked her's yet."
"Yes I think you would like to check her assets out." he smiles.
Clarice slides in her papers which Craig did not even get a chance to see.
The Doctor looks through the other papers: "ahhh haa."
Craig: "I thought so a copycat."
"no." the doctor snaps at him: "the same guy, but he's laying low, like he knows he's close on being caught, but your police and, PI, are all idiots, no offence Craig, you are a smart man."
Craig sighs knowing what he means: "none taken."
"And now, he can do all these games, without anyone to bug him, he can do whatever he pleases."
Clarice: "so how do we find him?"
Lector walks to the glass: "we wait, one more game, let him have a little more fun, his next game will be closer to him."
Clarice sounds outraged "and what let more people die?"
"Show him the pictures, he'll know what I mean, now you may leave, I need to think."
She takes the pictures back: "ok let's go."
Once they resurface, Craig finally asks, "Ok can I see the pictures, and do you have the recordings or videos."
She hands him the pictures and all the recordings and videos: "ok call me if you have any thoughts I'll look at my copies."
"Ok see you later." he goes into the limo which drives him to a hotel.
he goes up to the room and looks through all the pictures playing the tapes to each picture that matches with then he calls Clarice.
"Hello?" even the woman's voice was nice.
"I got news."
"Tell me."
"He's not alone."
"What do you mean?"
"each game he plays he's using less and less of his behavior, someone is helping him"
"why would someone help him"
"I don't know, but this person is worse than Jigsaw ever was."
"We need to talk to lector."
"no, not yet one more game Lector is right, this next one might be different"