'What was happening?'
That woman had been wearing something similar to what Clarice had on earlier. Could Peter have mistaken her for Clarice?
Clarice didn't have time to ponder. After giving the police the location, she immediately followed to investigate.
Peter had the woman in a tight grip and one hand clamped over her mouth to muffle any sound.
"Mrs. Ford, listen, I need to tell you something..." Peter growled through clenched teeth, but the woman—Betty—was too terrified to make sense of his words.
She had just been out for a peaceful walk after dinner. How did she end up in the clutches of a madman?
Betty panicked, flailing and kicking, but she couldn't muster enough strength. Her desperate attempts only seemed to enrage Peter, and his grip on her tightened. He pressed harder on
