Whispers of Hannibal

Part 3: I Know Who You Are

[Midnight – Three Days Later]

Three days have passed since my small breakdown but it felt like forever ago because I was in good company. Will and Hann had spent as much time with me as possible, keeping my thoughts off of bad things... aside from this case me and Will were working on at least.

But we weren't getting anywhere. There was no more evidence to collect, no more trails to follow. Nothing. We were stuck and Crawford wasn't happy with us.

"Goddammit, Will. I sent you there because you knew this guy. You're the best fucking profiler I have... No offense, Whisper."

I was sitting on the coffee table in front of Will, propping my feet up on his crossed legs. "No offense taken, Crawford."

"Good." Crawford let out a small cough and shifted some papers. "Anyways, I feel like you're sitting on your asses wasting precious time we don't have. This fuck is probably planning on taking another victim soon." Crawford paused to catch his breath. "Have you got anymore leads? Anything? Either of you?"

I arched my brows at Will but he only shrugged.

Hann walked in carrying two large cups of coffee he'd made for us. He'd pretty much taken over my kitchen and had bought me a new, fancy coffee machine.

As he took a seat beside Will he handed one cup to Will and the other to me, his fingers brushing lightly against my fingers as he let go. I took a sip of the warm, sweet liquid and smiled at him over the rim of the cup. Will gave a small grunt of approval.

While I was watching the two beautiful men sitting in front of me, Crawford coughed really loudly and started grumbling again. "Are you two ignoring me? I asked you a damn question."

I sat my cup down beside me, and shifted my feet off of Will's lap so that they were cushioned between both men. Hann's hand gently rested against my ankle, his thumb rubbing back and forth. Will's free hand moved to my other leg, except closer to my knee. "I'm sorry, Crawford. I was just taking a sip of coffee."

"A sip of coffee? Are you jerking my chain? We have a cannibal on the loose that is killing and eating people and you're ignoring my questions for a sip of coffee? What the fuck is wrong with this picture guys? Surely it's not that you're both slacking because if you are I'm going to pull you guys back to the States so fast you're not going to be able to say strawberry fucking strudel."

I covered my mouth, fighting not to laugh while Will hid his own laugher behind another sip of coffee.

Hann was the only one with a straight face. He wasn't a part of this case but he knew a lot from spending time at my house which had become the base of operations for this case. "Agent Crawford."

There was a small silence on Crawford's end of the phone before he spoke up. "Who's speaking?"

"My name is Dr. Hann Mathiasen. I'm Miss Whisper's psychiatrist. The one you require her to see."

Another silence, this time a little bit longer. "And why are you with Will and Whisper while I'm talking to them about an open serial killer case?"

I was about ready to jump to Hann's defense but he beat me to it. "I've worked with the FBI before on serial cases. I don't know everything about this case because I wasn't invited to be a part of it, but I couldn't help but notice a few details that could help our young Will and Miss Whisper."

I was shocked because he didn't know much about the case. Will turned his head slightly towards Hann but other than that, he didn't say a word.

Crawford broke the silence. "And what are these details, Dr. Mathiasen?"