[He knew Will was right, he understood that logic. But all Chilton could concern himself with was his practice, his reputation, the skin cells that had abandoned him when he pressed Gideon on about Hannibal Lecter.
Hannibal Lecter. Even here, even now, that man haunted him. He haunted all of them.]
The call I placed to you eliminates you as my alibi.
[Chilton's shoulders sank, and his pressed his palm to his right cheek. His chest rose and dropped quickly -- the prelude to hyperventilation.]
I cannot use you.
[Words he loathed to say in any context. But beneath the skin of brittle words, he was asking: what alibit?]
but it only meant well
Hannibal Lecter. Even here, even now, that man haunted him. He haunted all of them.]
The call I placed to you eliminates you as my alibi.
[Chilton's shoulders sank, and his pressed his palm to his right cheek. His chest rose and dropped quickly -- the prelude to hyperventilation.]
I cannot use you.
[Words he loathed to say in any context. But beneath the skin of brittle words, he was asking: what alibit?]