flowers,scattering mulch on the grass.
* * *
Springfieldchecked in on his car radio. None of the utilities or city agencies could account for the man in the alley on the day before the murders.Springfieldreported Parsons' description and gave instructions for the artist. "Tell him to draw the pole and the meter first and go from there. He'll have to ease the witness along.
"Our artist doesn't much like to make house calls," the chief of detectives told Graham as he slid the stripline Ford through the traffic. "He likes for the secretaries to see him work, with the witness standing on one foot and then the other, looking over his shoulder. A police station is a damn poor place to question anybody that you don't need to scare. Soon as we get the picture, we'll door-to-door the neighborhood with it.
"I feel like we just got a whiff, Will. Just faint, but a whiff, don't you? Look, we did it to the poor old devil and he came through. Now let's do something with it."
"If the man in the alley is the one we want, it's the best news yet," Graham said. He was sick of himself.
"Right. It means he's not just getting off a bus and going whichever way his peter points. He's got a plan. He stayed in town overnight. He knows where he's going a day or two ahead. He's got some kind of an idea. Case the place, kill the pet, then the family. What the hell kind of an idea is that?"Springfieldpaused. "That's kind of your territory, isn't it?"
"It is, yes. If it's anybody's, I suppose it's mine."
"I know you've seen this kind of thing before. You didn't like it the other day when I asked you about Lecter, but I need to talk to you about it."
"All right."
"He killed nine people, didn't he, in all?"
"Nine that we know of. Two others didn't die."
"What happened to them?"
"One is on a respirator at a hospital inBaltimore. The other is in a private mental hospital inDenver."
"What made him do it, how was he crazy?"
Graham looked out the car window at the people on the sidewalk. His voice sounded detached, as though he were dictating a letter.
"He did it because he liked it. Still does. Dr. Lecter is not crazy, in any common way we think of being crazy. He did some hideous things because he enjoyed them. But he can function perfecfly when he wants to."
"What did the psychologists call it - what was wrong with him?"
"They say he's a sociopath, because they don't know what else to call him. He has some of the characteristics of what they call a sociopath. He has no remorse or guilt at all. And he had the first and worst sign - sadism to animals as a child."
Springfieldgrunted.
"But he doesn't have any of the other marks," Graham said. "He wasn't a drifter, he had no history of trouble with the law. He wasn't shallow and exploitive in small things, like most sociopaths are. He's not insensitive. They don't know what to call him. His electroencephalograms show some odd patterns, but they haven't been able to tell much from them."
"What would you call him?"Springfieldasked.
Graham hesitated.
"Just to yourself, what do you call him?"
"He's a monster. I think of him as one of those pitiful things that are born in hospitals from time to time. They feed it, and keep it warm, but they don't put it on the machines and it dies. Lecter is the same way in his head, but he looks normal and nobody could tell."
"A couple of friends of mine in the chiefs' association are fromBaltimore. I asked them how you spotted Lecter. They said they didn't know. How did you do it? What was the first indication, the first thing you felt?"
"It was a coincidence," Graham said. "The sixth victim was killed in his workshop. He had woodworking equipment and he kept his hunting stuff out there. He was laced to a pegboard where the tools hung, and he was really torn up, cut and stabbed, and he had arrows in him. The wounds reminded me of something. I couldn't think what it was."
"And you had to go on to the next ones."
"Yes. Lecter was very hot - he did the next three in nine days. But this sixth one, he had two old scars on his thigh. The pathologist checked with the local hospital and found he had fallen out of a tree blind five years before while he was