Clarice Hannibal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Two predators had just decided to hunt each other.

It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

He proceeded to the kitchen with his shoulders slumped. Lance peered over his shoulder and when he saw Hoon finally disappeared into the kitchen, he turned to his computer and clicked on the police database he was working with awhile ago. He typed first the “Sidburg station” and hovered around hundreds of police officers and office employees from years back. He next typed Claire’s name as Clarissa Mallow and a page popped up seeing first her photo that doesn’t even look anything like her compared to now, written beside her name. Thick eyebrows, downward hooded eyes framed inside her round glasses and a dismal sense of her fashion wearing her checkered poloshirt. Below the header, her data wa

Sabrina clasped her hands in glee. "Oh my God. Crown the woman. Saben, say yes." "Name her first," he grumbled, now suspicious and muffinless. "Her name is Clarisse. And she's a photographer. She shoots weddings. And sometimes. very handsome single men in family brunches. Saben wagged a finger. "You better not have sent her my picture already." There was no response. Which only meant, naturally, that she had.

Demetria asked curiously. Clarice shakes her head. “No. I’m upset. My husband judged me unfairly before I could prove anything,” she responded gloomily. “Oh, sorry to hear that, dear. Don't worry, he will come around. Give him enough time to adjust,” Demetria said sympathetically. “I hope so,” Clarice said in distress. “So, what else did you do outside?” Demetria asked. “I killed Aurelia, Kaspar and Viviana. They’re already dead,” Clarice said with a smile, proud of her accomplishment.

After he finished breakfast, a sleepy Luna entered with a large bag of files in her hands. After entering, she walked to the dining table and sat down, while yawning, she stuffed a shrimp dumpling into her mouth. "President, this is the information you asked me to look up last night, it's all here. Clarice was friends with Alice, a classmate in her university, the two had a very good relationship. Originally, she worked at Gebaude and has been married for two years. Her husband was a colleague of hers in the company, in the sales department. As the two had a love affair in the office, and the Parker family was very strict on marriage, Alice had no choice but to quit her job and marry Marlon.

Clarice lifted her chin and said arrogantly, “You should know about me and Decker.” “Yeah. I know.” The coffee shop was warm and it was getting stuffy, so Isabel unbuttoned her collar and revealed the kiss marks on her neck. When Clarice saw the kiss marks, her eyes narrowed coldly. “Isabel Ross, how can you be so cheap!?” Isabel was dumbfounded. Confused, she glared at Clarice and said, “What’s wrong with you? Are you having a split personality disorder?” Clarice sounded fine a moment ago but she suddenly called Isabel cheap.

Hilda looked forward at her husband, who stood at the door. "Don't just stand there. Come and see your beautiful grandmother." She said to him. Edward walked towards her and looked at Catherine. Catherine smiled when she saw him. "Aw! She is smiling! Look at her cute smile." Hilda said. "Can I hold her?" Edward asked his wife, knowing what her response will be. "No. I haven't carried her long enough." Hilda said. Rebecca scanned the room and couldn't find Crystal. "Where is Crystal?" She asked her parents.

It's barely twenty four hours and she's like this. "Here's the last question for you miss" Annabella sniffs,trying to listen but before the investigator could talk,the door bursted open and a sergeant came in "The final result of the autopsy is out sir" He said "So...." "The last food she ate was the one poisoned and that was her dinner" The sergeant said and Annabella looked up immediately The cops entered almost instantly and Annabella stood up "You're under arrest Miss Annabella for the murder of little Miss Casey Campebells,you're advised to stay quiet or whatever you say might be used against you in the law court" The cop said as he handcuffed her