There’s a flicker across Daniel’s mind that tells him that indeed, Hannibal Lecter was in New York. That he’d almost caught him, nipping at the heels of his carefully polished shoes. Everything about Hannibal is always so dressed up, tidy and expertly curated to avoid suspicion. He’s grateful, for once, that Jack understands now even there’s very little about Jack he can respect now anyway.

It’s easy for his mind to wander, searching for the murmurings of Hannibal’s mind. It’s difficult, he even hides his mind well in the crowds.

Will comes back to himself when Daniel searches for eye contact, forcing him to look up with unnatural eyes, meeting the amber of another vampire. Louis told him who made Daniel and how it happened. Louis’ temper, Armand’s bitterness.

“Hannibal Lecter. Do you know where he intends to go next?”

Not the answer to Daniel’s question. Will hasn’t had time ti think about being dead and not. To dig into the fact that even when he kills the man, he’ll come out of it alive in spite of it all.