By Screaming Lamb
A/N: After reading Hannibal, I found myself pondering many things, one of which was “what’s that poor German guy going to think when he finds out Hannibal Lecter was living in his house?” I attempted to continue with a second chapter, but couldn’t come up with a plot that worked, so it’s complete as it is.
Rated PG, and follows the novel.
The butter-coloured police line greets me when I arrive, flapping in the wind like a fragment of a flag. Otherwise, the house from the outside looks just as I had left it a little over a year ago. I arrived back from Munich six days ago and today I am finally permitted to cross the yellow line and peruse the innards of my home. It is a relief to have this time alone and to be rid of the FBI agents and others who have questioned me incessantly this past week. The officer with the lone patrol car which transported me here remains parked on the far side of the road, apparently “for my protection” if the need should arise. Otherwise, I have the privacy which has been promised me.
It has taken me several readings through both the German and American newspapers to understand what has happened. Even now, I cringe inwardly as I recall the bold headline of that damned National Tattler proclaiming “German Lobbyist Unknowingly Rented House to Hannibal the Cannibal”. At least they had the decency to insert the word “unknowingly”. Continue reading