Chapter Three

Across the street there was a man wearing a trench coat, dark glasses, and a black fedora smoking a cigar. Watching Clarice as she jogged out of the house as she had done every morning for the last ten years. The man put out the cigar threw it on the ground and removed his glasses. As Clarice jogged forward oblivious to the presence across the street, maroon eyes followed her every move as she continued forward. Dr. Lector stared after Clarice and to him it was like staring at the most perfect sunrise after so many years of only looking at newspaper clippings from the National Tattler. Dr. Lector placed his glasses back over his eyes and proceeded to follow her. Clarice ran for about two miles than stopped at the avenue of Blackwell and Forest rd. Two feet from Clarice was a tree big enough to hide behind it a man. Hiding behind was Marcus D. Shipatrick known only to the state police and F.B.I as the Virginia Slasher he had been out looking for new victims when he had happened to spot Clarice and thought that without a doubt that she was perfect. So he reached into his left front pocket and took out a switchblade what he had not counted on was for the good doctor to find him because his switchblade reflected the light. As he was taking a step forward Marcus felt a bone crushing grip on his shoulder.

"What?!" Marcus exclaimed in surprise but what he saw might have well been the devil himself.

"Going Somewhere?" Dr Lector said in mock puzzlement. Marcus was so shocked that all he could do was shake his head.

"I thought not" Dr. Lector replied in smug tone of voice. Suddenly with the speed that would have shamed a viper. Dr. Lector grabbed Marcus in a bone crushing headlock and covered the mans' mouth. Clarice oblivious to the events happening a few feet away from her jogged along away from the other two.

"Now where we?" Lector hissed into the man's ear"oh that's right it involves this" Dr. Lector held up the switchblade to Marcus's throat just to make sure that he knew just what was in store for him. Marcus's eyes widened at the sight of his own knife against him…

Dr. Lector was finished with Marcus in no time at all. After that Lector picked up the blade and stared at it for a minute he had long since wiped the blood away all he saw staring back at him were his own eyes. Dr. Lector with a good arm and years of practice hurled the knife at the tree and it landed all the way to the hilt. Dr. Lector took a minute to stare at Marcus hate blazing in his eyes. Than he walked away, Dr. Lector made a decision he pondered about it for a bit and decided he was going to pay a visit to Clarice. First things first he was going to write a letter and if he played his cards right. He might just get to see her…Face to Face.