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He had managed to keep his peace, up to a point. The last life he had taken had been on an operating table and it had not actually been his choice to do so. Still, he had recognized the need to remove himself from temptation. Hearing the dull tone of the heart monitor while he stood with an audience had been...alluring.
Switching careers, making the decision to pursue a second PhD, was an act of self-preservation. And he had managed to keep his peace because he was occupied with his psychiatric residency -- and mentoring other students. One of those students was Alana Bloom.
And it was a quiet confession on Alana Bloom’s part that disrupted his peace. The man that disappeared as a result would never be documented as one of the Ripper’s early victims. Instead, he would simply be a missing person case that would go cold. No one would ever find any sign of what had happened to him.
Hannibal arrived on Alana’s doorstep with a black bag reminiscent of an old fashioned doctor’s bag. He knocked on the door and dipped his head while he waited for a response. The bag contained a meal that he had prepared especially for her, with the intent of lifting her spirits following the incident she had confessed to him.
