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It was the trail of the century; everyone’s TVs were focused on the process of the people vs Hannibal Lecter.
The more details that came to light of his crimes, the more the people would clamour for justice, unfortunately for Alana Bloom in this type of things, there is always someone who ended in the most horrid of the back lash.
She was the perfect vessel for people's indignation.
She was young, beautiful, rich, successful and a woman in a career full of men, and there's always someone who doesn't like people like her.
And people love to destroy a pretty face.
It only takes an article on Tattle Crime about her affair with the infamous cannibal. After all Freddy promised Will Graham only to exclude Abigail Hobbs in her writing. He never mentioned Dr. Bloom, and she should have listened to Freddy when Freddy was trying to be nice to her, warning her about the obvious.
Freddy never forget a grudge.
So when she presses the key that will send Dr. Bloom’s reputation to the gutter, she didn't feel any regret about it.
Alana Bloom only had herself to blame.
She was the one who should have waited before jumping in bed with a serial killer, but she was a fool. A woman whose emotions had blinded her, her ambitions had made her ruthless against the people who know the truth.
Freddy put that in the article along with interviews with the doctor's classmates, and ho boy they wanted to talk.
Scholarship male students, now successful doctors. Telling her about Alana's rejection of them with the excuse that she was focused in her research when it was obvious that she had a fancy for her rich, older mentor.
Female psychiatrists huffing in indignation about the blatant mistreatment of the evidence in front of her. How can a man with the worst case of encephalitis, and another one with a clear limp and use of a cane, be believed of being the type of serial killer the Chesapeake Ripper was? That someone needed a lot of brutal force to carry a body and a huge amount of medical knowledge.
“She had single handily threw back us women’s reputations in psychiatry by fifty years, as unprofessional individuals whose sensibility blind the studies we have.” One had said, the bitterness in her voice about not being chosen for the program Alana was.
And then with the guests of Doctor Lecter’s “dinner parties” sharing facts about the last dinner Alana was invited and how satisfied and proud she held herself on his arm. It all forms a pretty picture, the type of woman Doctor Bloom really was.
And do not forget her recently announced engagement with Margot Verger, of the rich and powerful meat emporium.
Yep, Freddy only had to sit in her chair and the “gold digger” and “social escalator” will fill her comment section with sweet animosity against what was clearly a woman who deserves to be brought down to earth with the rest of the mortals.
She only needed to push a button.