The ivory keys moved seamlessly under his fingers, the fluidity of the soft notes filled the minds of his guests with warmth and security before it slowly faded out. A moment's silence. Awestruck applause. A bow.
This was the third dinner party that Hannibal had thrown since it had been requested. His old colleagues and fellow operagoers revered his cooking and admired his hosting. In addition to his distinguished guests, Hannibal had invited three FBI workers; Jack Crawford, Alana Bloom and, of course, Will Graham. After a well thought out, and thoroughly enjoyed banquet, Hannibal had been persuaded to perform, "just like the good old days". Ever the gentleman, how could he refuse?
Hannibal's work colleagues had mingled with his other guests with ease. Will, however, had shuffled around the room awkwardly for a while, before later leaving the dining room completely. One conversation too many. Having seen Will leave in the corner of his eye, Hannibal gracefully excused himself from his conversation and closely followed him from the room.
"Enjoying the party then, Will?" Hannibal entered his office, seeing Will standing by the stag statue gently caressing its antlers, completely lost in thought. Hannibal walked over to his chaise lounge and sat down delicately, undoing his jacket button as he did so. His voice seemed to bring Will out of his mind and back into the room.
"I'm not really one for mixing with people. Especially not these people." He said, turning to face the Doctor. "If I get asked about my relationship status once more, or told about the shocking affair of a bunch of people I don't know…"
Hannibal chuckled lightly. "They do take some getting used to. Material wealth, and family connections, that is all that they truly appreciate. A scandal to them is like the most tender meat. Succulent and to be savoured."
"Yes, well, I'd appreciate it if stopped talking about them. Or about anything at all, for that matter." Will paused. "They must get bored of talking about themselves so much."
"You'd think. Each of them lives purely for themselves." He paused. "And for the scandals of others." Hannibal slowly stood up, re-buttoning his suit jacket and smoothing his lapel. "Come, Will. You wouldn't want miss out on dessert."
"Accompanied by riveting conversation, I'm sure." Will grimaced.
"Just caramel sauce."
XxxxxX
Will surveyed the scene in front of him. Another day, another crime scene. Whenever Jack Crawford entered his classroom, Will knew that the rest of the day would be stressful, trying and that he wouldn't sleep well that night. Not that he seemed to be able to do that anymore anyway. It had been eight weeks since Will had killed Doctor Gideon, and he had been to many crime scenes in that time. This was different. A killer of design.
"The female's heart has been removed and isn't anywhere here. His is intact, but was pulled out. He was alive when it happened by the looks of it. I'm reckoning he died first." Doctor Beverly Katz stood up, removing her gloves with a sharp snap. "All yours, Will."
"They're a couple. They didn't deserve to love each other anymore. The murderer was involved somehow, maybe scorned. He needed her to see the error of her ways. She probably cheated on him, or hid her marriage." Will paused in thought. "Check recent divorce reports, marriage counsellors' records." Will was standing over two corpses. Their skin was mottled, only being found a couple of days after their deaths. The bodies had been placed close together, embracing. "I'm sure you'll find Mr. and Mrs. Roland somewhere too."
"You think these two are connected to the couple last month?" Jack Crawford was pacing at the edge of the crime scene but paused as Will spoke. Concern etched into the lines of his face.
"It's obvious. The killer knows their problems, but disagrees with their attempts to severe their relationships. Maybe he's religious, maybe he's jealous. He'll definitely do this again. " Will took a couple of steps back from the bodies. "He's not finished. See if you can find other couples in the area in a similar situation. They'll be next. We need to find out who he is. This is personal. This is a design."
"Well then. We need to make sure we catch this son of a bitch before he does."
XxxxxX
"Barigoule of pork heart stew."
Doctor Lecter carefully set down two plates next to Jack Crawford and his wife, before returning to the kitchen for his own. He brought a bottle of red wine with him. Light, airy strings played quietly in the background.
"A refill, Mrs Crawford?" he offered, the bottle hovering over her glass.
"Yes please. Just half a glass though."
"You always seem to outdo yourself, Hannibal. This looks delicious." Jack beamed at Hannibal across the table, eager to start eating. "This pig must've been a lively fellow."
"Indeed he must. Let's hope it is. Please, eat."
"Don't mind if I do."
The dinner conversation was relatively light. Jack and Bella were talking to each other normally again, the subject of her cancer always at the edge of their minds, but pushed aside for normality's sake. That was what she wanted and, in a way, what Jack needed too. He had enough to deal with at work.
"So, Bella." Hannibal began. "Have you considered seeing Doctor Sirdis, like I suggested?"
"We don't need couples counseling now, Doctor Lecter. We've got past that. Right, baby?" Jack looked at his wife across the table, reaching his hand across to hers. She didn't take it, but looked back at him with a small smile.
"Actually, Jack. I think we should try it. Please." She added as he opened his moth to protest. He closed it and gave a small nod. She moved her gaze from her husband to Hannibal. "How can I contact him?"
Hannibal smiled as she took her husband's hand.