Frederick was a bit excited. Hadn’t been so excited since Will had entered his little collection but that had become a whole other game when he now knew that man was innocent. Will’s mind wouldn’t be his for much longer. That was all right. He had himself another curious case. From what he read, this man was difficult when it came to being psychoanalyzed. Precious. Not very different from Mr. Graham, honestly.
Only this one was most certainly a killer. Such acts of violence was well noted. And the case surrounding him was quite the gruesome, disgusting one. Made the judge vomit. But how many of his patients could say their judge had been killed and strung up like a puppet?
Chilton wasn’t sure if it was a disappointment or a blessing Will Graham would be out of his hair. They would catch Hannibal soon, he knew it.
But those thoughts were brushed aside as he carefully made his way down the hall of cells, guards not far behind as he attempted not to limp too much with his cane. He stopped at a fair distance from Phineas and tilted his head with a small, polite smile. However it still felt pretentious, mocking. “How’s our new family member? You’ve made quite the mess getting here. Shall I call you Professor Armastus? Or do you prefer the little trademark the papers gave you?”
Phineas didn’t give his attention immediately to Chilton. Gave the guards a look over. Calmly taking in a deep breath. First one since he woke up. He’d need it for talking.
One guard had keys on them. Both were far away and had batons. Disappoint. It would have been hard to leave the Nevada prison, but it’d been possible at least. With the times and the right moves.
Phin put on a smile while settling attention on the prissy man talking to him. Friendly, cheerful, bright, normal. “The last time they caught me I was taking a piss. Can’t blame me for giving them a little more of a run this time.” Tone to match. High in volume. “While I like that you know what the papers coined me, it’s…odious. Professor Armastus is fine. Phineas is fine. Phin is fine.”
He pushed more upright and leaned shoulder to the bars he was speaking through. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with? More importantly, where am I? And do I get a phone call?”