Chapter 11

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Sara stared at the cells in her row, wondering who else she knew was here, most likely no-one. "Miss Walker." A male voice echoed, stopping outside of her cell. "Doctor Chilton.." Sara cooed, as she had been awaken out of dead sleep. "Did I wake you?" He asked, staring. "Never mind, Hannibal asked for me to, psychoanalyze you. You may have been set up by the Minnesota Shrike.." She mumbled, "Minnesota is near Wisconsin...Chilton, I may have. I'm from the area where he hunts." She shot up, pacing the area. "They took off the jacket I-" He stopped mid sentence to see it on the floor, completely undone.  "Yeah, I did it. Have you ever been in one, Doctor Chilton? Very uncomfortable."  He stood in shock, it was near /impossible/ for someone to get out of one,  how did she without /any/ assistance? "Not telling." Sara chimed in, knowing what he was thinking about her getting out of the jacket. Chilton unlocked her cell, taking the jacket, holding her back. "Down dog." He growled at Sara, trying to escape. "Don't even try, this prison is hight tech and pro-" He gloated, before sara chimed in. "Yet the Chesapeake Ripper escaped." He turned around quickly, staring at her. "How did you know.." "I work for the FBI, same with Will." she responded, almost bored. "Can I go back to sleep now?" She mumbled, laying back down. Chilton nodded, leaving and locking the cell door behind him. "Every crazy has to be connected to Will in /some/ way, don't they?" 

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