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“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Abigail looked up from her coffee, blinking at Jack Crawford before nodding slowly. In truth, she was surprised he cared about her well-being at all, what with their rocky history. But she supposed that when it came to Hannibal Lecter, he was content to keep his enemies close, if only for the sake of “the good doctor’s” arrest.
“Call him,” she agreed. “Will’s testimony is just as important as mine, if not more important, so convince him of that. Just...don’t tell him I’m here.”
Jack frowned. “If I tell him the truth, Dr. Lecter won’t find out you’re alive.”
“Please...just don’t. Not yet.” Abigail didn’t trust that to be true. As often as she’d been sold down the river, it was difficult for her to trust anyone at all.
Expression grave, Jack nodded before lifting the phone to his ear. When he heard the telltale click of the line being answered, he said, “Will -- it’s me, Jack. I trust you’ve gotten the Bureau letter requesting your attendance in court? I’d rather not subpoena you, but if I have to, I will. We’re counting on you to win this.”
Anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, Abigail’s brow creased as she tried to determine whether or not Jack would have a fight on his hands.

















