they paid for between April 10 and the end of the month. I know the service calls have been checked for a couple of weeks back from the killings, but maybe we aren't looking back far enough. Same for the Leedses."
"We always figured he looked around inside theLeedshouse," Graham said. "From the alley he couldn't have seen the glass in the kitchen door. There's a latticed porch back there. But he was ready with his glass cutter. And they didn't have any service calls for three months before they were killed."
"If he's casing this far ahead, maybe we didn't check back far enough. We will now. At the Leedses' though - when he was in the alley reading meters behind the Leeds house two days before he killed them - maybe he saw them going in the house. He could have looked in there while the porch door was open."
"No, the doors don't line up - remember? Look here."
Graham threaded the projector with theLeedshome movie.
The Leedses' gray Scotty perked up his ears and ran to the kitchen door. Valerie Leeds and the children came in carrying groceries. Through the kitchen door nothing but lattice was visible.
"All right, you want to get Byron Metcalf busy on the bank statement for April? Any kind of service call or purchase that a door-to-door salesman might handle. No - I'll do that while you wind up the profile. Have you got Metcalf's number?"
Seeing the Leedses preoccupied Graham. Absently he told Crawford three numbers for Byron Metcalf.
He ran the films again while Crawford used the phone in the jury room.
TheLeedsfilm first.
There was the Leedses' dog. It wore no collar, and the neighborhood was full of dogs, but the Dragon knew which dog was theirs.
Here was Valerie Leeds. The sight of her tugged at Graham.
There was the door behind her, vulnerable with its big glass pane. Her children played on the courtroom screen.
Graham had never felt as close to the Jacobis as he did to the Leedses. Their movie disturbed him now. It bothered him that he had thought of the Jacobis as chalk marks on a bloody floor.
There were the Jacobi children, ranged around the corner of the table, the birthday candles flickering on their faces.
For a flash Graham saw the blob of candle wax on the Jacobis' bedside table, the bloodstains around the corner of the bedroom at the Leedses'. Something...
Crawford was coming back. "Metcalf said to ask you - "
"Don't talk to me!"
Crawford wasn't offended, He waited stock-still and his little eyes grew narrow and bright.
The film ran on, its light and shadows playing over Graham's face.
There was the Jacobis' cat. The Dragon knew it was the Jacobis' cat.
There was the inside basement door.
There was the outside basement door with its padlock. The Dragon had brought a bolt cutter.
The film ended. Finally it came off the reel and the end flapped around and around.
Everything the Dragon needed to know was on the two films. They hadn't been shown in public, there wasn't any film club, film festi...
Graham looked at the familiar green box theLeedsmovie came in. Their name and address were on it. And Gateway Film Laboratory,St. Louis,Mo.63102.
His mind retrieved "St. Louis" just as it would retrieve any telephone number he had ever seen. What aboutSt. Louis? It was one of the places where the Tattler was available on Monday night, the same day it was printed - the day before Lounds was abducted.
"Oh me," Graham said. "Oh Jesus."
He clamped his hands on the sides of his head to keep the thought from getting away.
"Do you still have Metcalf on the phone?"
Crawford handed him the receiver.
"Byron, it's Graham. Listen, did those reels of Jacobi film you sent - were they in any containers?.. Sure, sure I know you would have sent 'em along. I need help bad on something. Do you have the Jacobi bank statements there? Okay, I want to know where they got movie film developed. Probably a store sent it off for them. If there're any checks to pharmacies or camera stores, we can find out where they did business. It's urgent, Byron. I'll tell you about it first chance. Birmingham FBI will start now checking the stores. If you find something, shoot it straight to them, then to us. Will you do that? Great. What? No, I will not introduce you to Hotlips."
Birmingham FBI agents checked four camera stores before they found the one where the Jacobis traded. The manager said all customers' film was sent to one place