"Starling went down the dim corridor alone. She did not look into the cells on either side. Her footfalls seemed loud to her. The only other sounds were wet snoring from one cell, maybe two, and a low chuckle from another...

"Dr Lecter wore the white asylum pajamas in his white cell. The only colours in the cell were his hair and eyes and his red mouth; in a face so long out of the sun it leached into the surrounding whiteness; his features seemed suspended above the collar of his shirt. He sat at his table behind the nylon net that kept him back from the bars. He was sketching on butcher paper, using his hand for a model. As she watched, he turned his hand over and, flexing his fingers to great tension, drew the inside of the forearm. He used his little finger as a shading stump to modify a charcoal line.

"She came a little closer to the bars, and he looked up. For Starling every shadow in the cell flew into his eyes and widow's peak.

"'God evening, Dr Lecter.'

"The tip of his tongue appeared, with his lips equally red. It touched his upper lip in the exact centre and went back again.

"'Clarice.'

"She heard the metallic rasp beneath his voice and wondered how long it had been since he last spoke. Beats of silence."

CONTROLLED RELEASE NOTES:

Sending as part of MooMoo's Crime Fiction Book Ray Book Baggie.

Rec'd in bookbag. Will probably release - too scary for me :)

CONTROLLED RELEASE NOTES:

Bookbag to J4shaw

Received in crime fiction bookbag ray. I've previously read this, so will send on if there is another participant, or release at another time.

Taking to the meet up today