Finding medical information on Dr. Hannibal Lecter was not that easy.Dr. Lecter has a complete disdain for the medical establishment and most doctors, so it's not surprising that he never had a personal doctor.
The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, where Dr. Lecter was disastrously transferred to Memphis, is now closed and abandoned, waiting to be pulled down.
The Tennessee State Police Department was the last institution of custody for Dr. Lecter before he escaped, but they say they never took over his medical records.The deceased officials who brought him from Baltimore to Memphis signed only for the prisoners, not the medical records.
Starling spent the day on the phone and in front of the computer, searching the Quantico and Hoover building data storage rooms, and crawling through the huge, dusty, musty evidence room of the Baltimore Police Department, Crawling all morning and spending an afternoon dealing with the uncataloged Hannibal Lecter collection at the Fitzhugh Law Memorial Library, mad with rage.There, time stood still while several caretakers were busy looking for keys.
In the end, all she got was a piece of paper—a sloppy medical record.That's what Dr. Lecter did when he was first arrested by the Maryland State Police, no medical history attached.
Inel Cordan wasn't miserable after the closure of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, and she found a better job with the Maryland Medical Service.Corey was unwilling to receive Starling's visit in the office, and the two agreed to meet at the coffee shop on the ground floor.
It was Starling's usual practice to arrive early for an appointment and research the location from a distance first.Cory arrived exactly to the minute.She is about 35 years old, pale, fat, no makeup, no jewelry.Her hair grows almost to her waist, just like she did in middle school.She wears white loafers and pantyhose.
Starling got some packets of sugar from the condiment stand and watched Cory sit down at the agreed table.
You may be haunted by the false idea that all Protestants are a pattern.No, just as a person in the Caribbean can often distinguish another person's island, Starling, who was brought up by Lutherans, took a look at the woman and said to herself: The Christian Church may be a member of the Yela Church.
Starling removed her own jewelry, a plain bracelet and a gold stud from her undamaged ear, and put them in her handbag.Her watch is plastic, no problem.Outwardly she needs little trouble.
"Are you Enel Corey? Have some coffee?" Starling brought two cups.
"My name is Einel. I don't drink coffee."
"Then I'll have both. Anything else? I'm Clarice Starling."
"I don't want to eat anything. What identification picture do you want to show me?"
"Of course," Starling said, "Miss Corey—how about I call you Einelle?" The other shrugged.
"I want your help on a matter that really has nothing to do with you personally. I just want you to direct me to some records at the Baltimore State Hospital."
Love Neil Corey is accurate with a touch of hyperbole when it comes to delivering justice or outrage.
"We dealt with the state committee when we closed the hospital, and the lady called—"
"Starling."
"Miss Starling. You'll find a file for every patient who's discharged. You'll find that every file is signed off by a superior, and the files of the dead don't come from the Ministry of Health, nor from the Bureau of Death Statistics. As far as I know, death The files, that is to say the files of the dead, were also kept at Baltimore State Hospital after I left, and I was probably the last to leave there. The fugitive files are in the police and security department."
"Escape file?"
"I mean the files of fugitive patients. Trustworthy people sometimes take their files too."
"Will Hannibal Lecter be considered a fugitive? Do you think his records will be taken by law enforcement?"
"He's not a fugitive. He's never been a fugitive from us, he wasn't in our custody when he did. My sister brought the boys to see me once, and I took her down to the basement to see Lake Dr. Te. I feel sick and cold when I think about him. He incited a patient to throw at us—” she said in a low voice—“dirty stuff. Do you know what that is?”
"I've heard of it," Starling said. "Could that man happen to be Mr. Miggs? He's got great arms."
"I don't want to think about it again. I remember you. You came to the hospital and talked to Fred—Dr. Chilton—and then you went to the basement where Lecter was kept, didn't you?"
"yes."
Dr. Frederick Chilton, director of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, went on vacation after Lecter's escape and has since disappeared.
"You know Fred is missing."
"Yes, I've heard of it."
Immediately Miss Corey burst into bright tears. "He's my fiancé," she said. "He's gone, and the hospital is closed. It's like the house has collapsed on top of me. If I don't have the church, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive. "
"I'm sorry," Starling said. "You're doing a fine job."
"But I don't have Fred. He's a very good guy. We love each other, and that love doesn't come every day. He was named Canton's honor student of the year in middle school."
"Yeah, that's right. Let me ask you a question, Ernell, are his records kept in the office or in the reception room where you work? Your desk—"
"The records were in a filing cabinet on the wall in his office. Then there were too many papers, so we put the big filing cabinet in the reception room, always locked, of course. After we moved out they temporarily moved the methadone rehab clinic. Come here, many things are moved around."
"Have you seen and worked with Dr. Lecter's file?"
"Of course I have."
"Do you remember that there were x-rays in there? Were the x-rays kept with the medical report or separately?"
"Store together, together with the report. The film is larger, so it is a bit cumbersome. We have an X-ray machine, but no full-time radiologist keeps the data separately. To be honest, I don't remember if the film is put together with his file. There's an EKG tape that Fred used to show people, and it's Dr. Lecter—I hate to call him a Dr.—whose body was wired when he grabbed it. He hit the nurse It didn't even increase his pulse rate, which was bizarre. The whole nursing staff jumped on him before they pulled him away from the nurse. His shoulder joint was dislocated and they had to pat him again. Films. According to me, they should have pulled some more things off him, not just dislocated him."
"If you remember something, where that file is, can you call me?"
"We're going to do a global search, aren't we?" Miss Corey said, savoring the word, "but I don't think it'll be fruitful. A lot of stuff gets thrown away, not by us, but by methadone rehab People in the clinic threw it."
The rim of the beaker that holds the coffee is too thick, and the coffee drips down the rim.Starling watched Enel Corey plod away as if it was an agonizing choice.Then she tucked a napkin under her chin and drank half a cup of coffee.
Starling calmed down.She knew she was tired of something.Taste perhaps, no, worse than that, tasteless, a kind of indifference to what is pleasing to the eye.Maybe she is eager to see a little style, even the style of a pornographic actress is better than no style.Whether you want to hear it or not, it's a manifesto.
Starling checked herself for dominance, but felt she had nothing to be proud of.Then she thought of style, and of Eulda Drumgo, a woman of very high style.Thinking of this, Starling especially wanted to get rid of herself again.
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