Eliot frowned. What message would Hannibal had -- oh.

You knew he was off his game when it took him an entire day to figure out the phones had been on the fritz.

"Which one?" he grumbled, stepping away from the door and leaving it open as an invitation for Hannibal to follow, leading the way to his well equipped, warm, modern kitchen. "I'm guessin' I left several for folks."