After Hannibal disappeared, Frederick didn't feel the least bit free. His life would never be the same again, and neither would his reputation. He had felt lost and empty when he had left the institution for the criminally insane and taken a job as a psychiatrist in a private clinic, where it was much calmer but still unsettling.

As of late, he's had to share his living quarters with you. The FBI planned to lure Hannibal out, bring him back to Baltimore, and the only way to do that, was to provoke him with articles that Freddie Lowndes would write about Chilton and you. You and your man were supposed to play the role of a couple in love who sought solace in each other, taking pictures and acting cute in public. You were one of Hannibal's coveted trophies, so the FBI assumed he would come back for you.

Frederick was ambivalent about all this. On the one hand, he was glad of your company, because the loneliness frightened him-he thought Hannibal would break into his house again, set him up again and accuse him of the murders, put him through real hell again. But on the other hand, he was afraid to get close to you, afraid to let anyone get close to him again, so he kept his distance, even if he wanted otherwise.

It was night. Chilton was working late again in his office on the second floor when he heard rustling on the second floor, in the kitchen. He quietly went downstairs to check.