The first crack appeared on a Tuesday. Clarice Starling noticed it in her office at the FBI field office in Quantico: a file on her desk that she had filed three days ago, in a different colour folder. She had filed it in blue. It was now in tan.
She told herself it was a mistake. Colleagues made mistakes. Files got mixed up. The building was old, the filing system was older, and she had been working sixty-hour weeks for two months straight. But the feeling that followed her for the rest of the day was not the feeling of fatigue. It was the feeling of something beneath the floorboards, shifting. Dr. Hannibal Lecter sat across from her...
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