"Cat got your tongue, Clarice?" he jibed, before adding softly, "lucky cat," in a voice that was rife with innuendo. "Now Clarice, next exit. call it out."
He waited for her cadence of numbers, indicating how close she was to that particular exit, to exit 14-a, until she was almost on top of it. "Take it," he instructed her, knowing that she would obey, and that she would instinctively know where he was leading her - to Union Station, amid the holiday crowd.
Everything was going just as he'd planned. He smiled to himself at the thought of seeing her arrive, continuing their little cat and mouse game. How it did please him to play in this way with the agent.