By E. Wicks
Summary: Ardelia Mapp takes the matter of her missing roommate into her own hands…which exacts a heavy cost. Drama.
Timeline: After the Hannibal novel; follows novel canon.
Rating: PG-13 for Violence, swearing, and some sexual references
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Dr. Lecter, Clarice Starling, or Ardelia Mapp. I am not doing this for money. I do appreciate feedback and am open to constructive criticism. If you think this sucks let me know, but please find a nice way to say it. I do have feelings. Thanks to the encouragement of those who have already been kind enough to review.
Alex Carter had a splitting headache and the gravel crunching under the tires of his truck wasn’t helping matters. He pulled up to the house and sighed. He was the last one there. Joe and the rest of the crew were waiting outside. Alex grabbed the plans from the seat next to him and got out of the truck. As he walked past he noticed that sign on the driver’s side was starting to peel. “Carter Renovat” just wasn’t going to work as well as “Carter Renovations”. He rubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw and added it to the list of a millions things he had to fix.
“Hey, boss. Glad to see you could join us.” Joe smiled and clapped Alex on the back.
They had been working together for nearly 6 years and Alex could always rely on Joe to give him shit whenever he was late.
“Keep it up, Joe, and maybe I’ll finally replace you. After I kick your ass.”
Joe burst out laughing. He stood a good 5 inches above Alex’s 6’1”, and he had the body mass to go with it. Alex began to smile a little bit and handed Joe the blueprints and the keys to the house.
“Here, take the rest of these monkeys inside. And try not to break anything. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Hey don’t worry, man. We only break what we don’t want to steal.”
Alex chuckled and shook his head as he watched Joe lead them into the silent house.
“Put some coffee on!”
Alex always liked some time to himself at the beginning of a job. To get the feel for the place. Granted this home wasn’t as historic as his usual jobs, but Mr. Meyer was paying more than well and that was all that counted. Mr. Meyer was a German lobbyist of some kind, as a rule Alex tried to steer clear of politics, but he seemed honest enough. Continue reading