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Story: Hannibal (Hannibal Lecter 3)
“Late? How do you know he’s the late Dr. Chilton?”
“Well, he’s seven years late anyway,” Barney said. “I’m not expecting him anytime soon. Let me ask you, what would satisfy you, Special Agent Starling?”
“I want to see the X ray. I want the X ray. If there are books of Dr. Lecter’s, I want to see them.”
“Say we came upon the stuff, what would happen to it afterward?”
“Well, the truth is I can’t be sure. The U.S. Attorney might seize all the material as evidence in the investigation of the escape. Then it’ll molder in his Bulky Evidence Room. If I examine the stuff and find nothing useful in the books, and I say so, you could claim that Dr. Lecter gave them to you. He’s been in absentia seven years, so you might exercise a civil claim. He has no known relatives. I would recommend that any innocuous material be handed over to you. You should know my recommendation is at the low end of the totem pole. You wouldn’t ever get the X ray back probably or the medical report, since they weren’t his to give.”
“And if I explain to you that I don’t have the stuff?”
“Lecter material will become really hard to sell because we’ll put out a bulletin on it and advise the market that we’ll seize and prosecute for receiving and possession. I’ll exercise a search and seizure warrant on your premises.”
“Now that you know where my premises is. Or is it premises are?”
“I’m not sure. I can tell you, if you turn the material over, you won’t get any grief for having taken it, considering what would have happened to it if you’d left it in place. As far as promising you’d get it back, I can’t promise for sure.” Starling rooted in her purse for punctuation. “You know, Barney, I have the feeling you haven’t gotten an advanced medical degree because maybe you can’t get bonded. Maybe you’ve got a prior somewhere. See? Now look at that—I never pulled a rap sheet on you, I never checked.”
“No, you just looked at my tax return and my job application is all. I’m touched.”
“If you’ve got a prior, maybe the USDA in that jurisdiction could drop a word, get you expunged.”
Barney mopped his plate with a piece of toast. “You about finished? Let’s walk a little.”
“I saw Sammie, remember he took over Miggs’s cell? He’s still living in it,” Starling said when they were outside.
“I thought the place was condemned.”
“It is.”
“Is Sammie in a program?”
“No, he just lives there in the dark.”
“I think you ought to blow the whistle on him. He’s a brittle diabetic, he’ll die. Do you know why Dr. Lecter made Miggs swallow his tongue?”
“I think so.”
“He killed him for offending you. That was just the specific thing. Don’t feel bad—he might have done it anyway.”
They continued past Barney’s apartment house to the lawn where the dove still circled the body of its dead mate. Barney shooed it with his hands. “Go on,” he said to the bird. “That?
??s long enough to grieve. You’ll walk around until the cat gets you.” The dove flew away whistling. They could not see where it lit.
Barney picked up the dead bird. The smooth-feathered body slid easily into his pocket.
“You know, Dr. Lecter talked about you a little, once. Maybe the last time I talked to him, one of the last times. The bird reminds me. You want to know what he said?”
“Sure,” Starling said. Her breakfast crawled a little, and she was determined not to flinch.
“We were talking about inherited, hardwired behavior. He was using genetics in roller pigeons as an example. They go way up in the air and roll over and over backwards in a display, falling toward the ground. There are shallow rollers and deep rollers. You can’t breed two deep rollers or the offspring will roll all the way down, crash and die. What he said was Officer Starling is a deep roller, Barney. We’ll hope one of her parents was not.’”
Starling had to chew on that. “What’ll you do with the bird?” she asked.
“Pluck it and eat it,” Barney said. “Come on to the house and I’ll give you the X ray and the books.”
Carrying the long package back toward the hospital and her car, Starling heard the surviving mourning dove call once from the trees.
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