Outside, she saw three men and a van. Make that four men - the last was down; she was certain it was Lecter but was not close enough to identify him. They were loading him into the back of the van. Ignoring everything her head told her, she ran toward them as quickly as she could, dropping the shoes to hold her gun with both hands, and screaming at passersby to get out of the way.
"Freeze! FBI!" she yelled at Verger's thugs. They were already beginning to drive away, but one of them shot at her from the window. She leaped sideways to avoid the bullet, knowing it was best to let them go. It was painful, but she had to stay on the ground and watch them drive off.
Defeated but ignoring the frightened stares she was getting from people nearby, she got back up and went to pick up the shoes from the ground. As she put them in her Mustang, Clarice used her phone to call the bureau, knowing she was only further crafting her own doom. Might as well. They would know soon enough that she had gone against their orders anyway.