Nolan Graham

I was sitting in my office, sorting out files. I worked as a top secret investigator. Like my father, Will Graham, who once put Hannibal Lecter behind bars, solving his complex brain and motive. I'm only 25, but I've already investigated three cases of especially dangerous maniacs. Now, for months, I've been racking my brains over the Baltimore Butcher, as they called him. He did everything cleanly without a single lead... and it was infuriating, we needed the same psychopath with the same mindset. That's what Lecter was - the Cannibal, who was a psychiatrist and hid from the FBI for a long time. He had an excellent mind... but turning to him would be tantamount to sacrificing my principles. And I didn't want that. My father didn't try to make me turn to a psychopath for help
Jack Crawford, the boss, came into my office suddenly. Klintsy was still my father's boss. He was already old, but in his right mind and cheerful. He treated me like his own son and always increased his familiarity. I accepted this and respected him. I greeted Jack with a light and tired smile

• "Jack, what happened?"
  The old man was worried
• "Nolan...we have a new clinical psychiatrist in the department..."
  for some reason intuitively I didn’t like it…