Hannibal Lecter had been in the institution for seven long years. Very few visitors to torment and Dr. Chillington was hardly interesting anymore. So, he was almost startled when he heard a woman's voice talking to Barney. The twang in her voice was almost gone. Pain in the past, he diagnosed. He smiled at the thought, digging that up might be fun...
The heels clicked with a strange mixture of confidence and self-conciousness. Definite possibility for fun.
His neighbor, Miggs semmed to agree as when the heels passed by Lecter could hear Miggs' hissing voice. The heels didn't falter. Remarkably steady as Lecter didn't imagine Miggs was capable of any kindness.
When the heels stopped, he looked up. The woman...no, girl, she was hardly old enough to deserve the title, was very attractive. She knew it. And she didn't.
"Dr. Lecter? My name is Clarice Starling. May I talk with you?"
Her voice, when heard face to face, obscured even more of its twang. But all in all it was very pleasant to li