Lecter was curious to know what the police had found on the crime scene. He was one hundreds percent certain that someone was messing with him at that point. But who was it, Lecter wondered.As his anger fumed, Lecter thought about the things that he would do to the person who dared try to frame him for murder. "I will not be mercify!" Lecter fumed.He drove to the police station and then parked his car on the car park. Then, Lecter stepped down, and walked into the police station. He looked around for detective Bruce until he saw him going over some paperwork.Lecter walked up to him."What's going on?" Lecter asked Bruce without a smile on his face. Detective Bruce smiled, however, Lecter was not in the mood for such gesture."Let's talk in my office, please?" He asked and then led Lecter to a fairly small office with lots of paperwork scattered everywhere. As soon as they settled into their seats, Bruce sighed.He took out a little notebook and a pen, and then gazed at Lecter."Re

"I know that look on your face. Something's wrong," Anna said to Lecter as he stepped back into the restaurant. As the place buzzed with people while they thanked their anonymous benefactor, Lecter helped Anna stand."I have to take you to safety. Come with me," he told her. Anna did not object. She just stood up and then followed Lecter outside.As soon as they got outside, Lecter opened the door for Anna to get into the car. While he did so, Lecter observed that a black SUV which had been parked by the side of the street since his discussion with Dylan was still there.Lecter then took out his phone and texted Alaric who was closeby. As Lecter drove off, the SUV wanted to follow, but Alaric blocked the car with his'. Alaric stepped down and approached the driver's seat. He knocked on the window and Billy rolled down the glass."Are you following my boss?" Alaric asked Billy with no chill in his tone. Billy scoffed."What are you talking about? You must have me confused with someone

Chapter 15 The room went silent as Lecter stepped inside; the sight of him exuded power that only he possessed, and everyone else respected him even though some didn’t want him In the position he held. “I gathered y’all here to discuss the replacement of Reginald Heath.” Lecter started, “I know it came as a shock of his demise, and the sooner than letter, we move on and discuss what to do with this shares and how to find a replacement to take over his place.” Lecter explained while everyone sat back and relaxed, intensely looking at him. “But isn’t it too soon to find a replacement?” One of the shareholders said. “Should we sit back and mourn for longer days and let our businesses slacks?” Another shareholder countered the other person. Everyone started to speak at once. “Silence,” Lecter said, his voice merely above a whisper, and everyone’s voice quieted. “I didn’t call a meeting for all of you to bicker with one another,” he kissed his teeth, “shall we proceed to what’s impor

**Days later** Venita was explaining to the cashier what she wanted to do with the loan she was requesting, and she was starting to get frustrated that even with her status, she was being refused. If only she had managed to treat Lecter well, by now, she would be swimming in wealth. "His driver status is good. I might as well hurry to get him back. He can lead me to his boss," Venita let out a frustrating sigh; she didn’t want to waste any more time in the bank and decided to leave; she would ask her father for the money before she went broke. Just as she turned around, walking away, she bumped into a body, and by the time she looked up to apologize. It was Lecter. Venita quickly went down to her knees and began to cry, drawing people’s attention to them. Her acts were causing a scene, and Lecter felt annoyed by her actions. “Baby, please. Take me back; I promise to be a good wife.” Lecter raised a brow to look at her, “You promise?” His voice held some bit of sarcasm. “I k

“What were you thinking, huh?” Morris yelled over the phone, frantic, “How could you miss the target? What did I pay you then for, huh?” He couldn’t believe it when Dan called telling him that the person who died in the bomb explosion wasn’t Lecter James but his father. He had meticulously planned this waiting until it was finally time before sticking and yet it missed! “Mr. Morris, it wasn’t intended for the target to be misplaced. For some reason it just happened and there was no time to disrupt it.” “You had one job! One job! All you had to do was kill that bastard son of Kent James! Not him!” “It was a mistake, sir, everything soon became out of my control and I couldn’t—” He shut his eyes, placing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, “Enough. You have to go into hiding, quickly. Kent’s brat is really cunning, I mean I was once his father's friend so I know better. Very soon he should figure out that his father wasn’t the actual target and that it was him