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Just Like Old Times

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“Thanks for coming Will.”

“Jesus Jack you look like shit!”

“I trust you’ve read the notes?”

“I debriefed on the plane. Sounds pretty unbelievable. Are we sure it was him?”

“The victim... we're assuming it's Paul Krendler; although we're still waiting on dental... shows evidence of brain surgery and the house was cleaned of all prints. Looks like Lecter’s M.O to me; I’ll let you judge it for yourself when we get to the scene.”

“Is it fresh?”

“I asked the local boys to seal it up for you.”

“And Starling?”

“Clarice's last known whereabouts place her at Mason Verger's estate around the time Lecter escaped from captivity there."

"Right. As I recall, they found her prints and shells matching her gun at the scene.”

“Was she there to rescue him or see him killed?”

“We’re not sure. He took her with him though. Kept her captive at the lake house for an indeterminate period.”

“The toiletries and clothing in the upstairs bedroom?”

“Yes. Starling’s size.”

“So they ran off together?”

“Officially, Agent Starling is presumed dead. Unofficially… your guess is why we brought you in.”

“We? C’mon Jack, no one but you gives a shit about what I think. I’m retired. I’m a nobody. I fix boats for Christ’s sake!”

“You’re still the best Will… the only other person who even came close is… well… the reason you’re here.”

“You’re comparing me to Starling?”

“She had a great mind.”

“What happened?”

“Lecter got inside her head.”

“We’re ‘just alike’.”

“What was that Will?”


“We’re here.”


“The scene’s not fresh Jack..”

“I’m sorry Will, I did what I could. The media has been having a field day and the SWAT boys trampled every thread of carpet before they would give up on Lecter still being in the house. I’m exhausting all my efforts just trying to keep a lid on things.”

“You’re not giving me much.”

“Look just work with what you can. You’re better at this than anyone else. Anything you have to contribute would be a big help. I’d really appreciate it.”

Said the butcher to the spring lamb.”

“What was that Will?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“What do you see then?”

Looks like you need a Doctor, Jacky boy…”



“You didn’t just say that?”

“Say what? I didn’t say anything!”

“You didn’t hear it then?”

“Hear what Jack? All I can hear is you… are you alright Jack?”

“I think I need a drink.”

“A Shrink? Not funny Jack.”

“Sorry, I forgot...er... it left you short of hearing in that ear.”

I didn’t!”

“I’ll… I’ll leave you alone then to do your thing.”

“Fine. I’ll need half an hour or so.”

“I’ll tell the boys outside to back off.”

Goody goody. Just like old times, hmmm Jacky? Okey Dokey then shall we begin?”


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