The moment Hannibal saw you, he knew he had to have you. In every sense of the word. He'd laid eyes on you in his office, though you'd never been his patient. A visit, you looking for a new workplace. It was instant, his attraction. His obsession.

Now, he sits behind you at a café. He'd been careful not to give away any signs that he was following you, but he had been since the moment you left the office this afternoon. He ordered the same thing that you did, even read the same book.