FOUND: A Hannigram Devil AU REWRITTEN

Chapter Nineteen

"Nothing under the Olsen name."

"Okay. I'm checking Anderson."

Will and Hannibal hunched together at Hannibal's desk, each staring at their respective screens. Will had shown up to therapy with his laptop, eyes bloodshot and tired, and demanded to spend the session researching the Minnesota Shrike. He'd been pleasantly surprised when Hannibal pulled out a tablet, wordlessly gesturing for him to sit. They'd spent close to the full hour researching Hobbs, but the search turned upside down when Hannibal suggested the girls.

"He can't use the cabin we went to for the vigil. He's going to be looking for another place to stay."

"And he wants to make the most of these girls." Will nodded along. "He lets nothing go to waste, and he can't use his true identity. He could be using something under one of their names."

Now, on the FBI database, they'd turned up nothing on the majority of the victims. They were all dead and buried, their legacies left behind.

"Wait." Will froze, startled by the increased number of search results at one of the names. He sorted by recent activity. "There's been a recent purchase under the Diana Latimer name. A cabin rental. Signed off with her identity."

Hannibal turned to look. The database didn't offer much, just a catalog of federal purchases under the person's identity. Renting the cabin through an app had been an open gate for the FBI. Hobbs had slipped up.

"He rented a cabin in this dead girl's name. Doesn't he know that those apps give your data away like candy? We see all of this so easily."

"A lot of people are unaware of that. Or else he only plans on staying a couple of days. He did rent it, after all— it's meant to be temporary."

Will grunted in frustration. "It won't tell me the dates he rented it. Only that the purchase was made two days ago."

"That's not a lot of time. He could still be there."

"If that's the case, then we can't linger." Will stood, slamming the laptop shut. "I have to tell Jack."

He took off for the door, but a firm grip on his wrist halted him in place. Will spun, momentarily weakened by Hannibal's touch.

"Will. How can you be sure there's going to listen?" Hannibal's face softened. "You said he refused to have you on the case anymore. You may not even make it past the door."

"He has to listen. This is the only information he's got." He held up the laptop.

"Yes, but Jack is somehow even more stubborn than you are. He's not going to budge."

Will sighed. "What do you think I should do, then?"

"You have all of the information, right? The address is there? Perhaps you need to go look for yourself."

"What? Why would I— no. No way. I can't go over there alone." He shook his head. "That's suicide."

"You wouldn't be alone. I'd go with you." He leaned against the desk. "All of the information you need is in your hands. If Jack won't listen, go to him yourself. You have me on your side."

Will's brows drew together at the sudden intensity. "No, Hannibal. I've already broken enough rules."

"That has never bothered you before."

"You know it's bothered me quite a bit," he snapped. "It's more than just breaking rules. You've detached me from myself. You've turned me into someone else."

"'Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast, and one is striving to forsake his brother.'" Hannibal blinked. "I have merely given that hidden part of your soul more strength. I have fed it, nurtured it. It was always there, sapping you of your vitality with its consistent rot. I have only opened your eyes."