Chapter 52 Chapter 51

"All right," said Gorby.He waited gracefully, then said, "Frederick Chilton asks the Commonwealth to secure him." "Excellent. John, is there anyone in Baltimore looking for Raspail's lawyer, Everett. Let's talk first? I mentioned him to you. He may know something about Raspail's friends." "Yes, they've been working on it this morning. I just sent Burroughs the memo on it. The Chief is putting Lecter on the Most Wanted list. If you need anything, Jack..." Go Erbi raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, then backed out. If you need anything.

Crawford turned to the window.From his office he can see a beautiful view outside.The handsome old post office building, where part of his training used to take place.On the left is the former headquarters of the FBI.When he graduated, he had walked one by one with the others through the office of Director J. Edgar Hoover.Hoover stood on a small box and shook hands with each of them.That was the only time in his life that Crawford saw the man.He married Bella the next day. They met in Livorno, Italy.He was in the Army and she was a NATO employee, Phyllis then.They walked on the pier, and one of the crew members called "Bella" across the shimmering water, and she had been his Bella ever since.She called Phyllis only when they disagreed.

Bella is dead.The scenery seen from these windows should also change accordingly, it should not be the same scenery.You have to fucking die in front of me!Oh, God!child!I know death is coming, but it is so painful! How do they explain forcing people to retire at the age of fifty-five?You fell in love with this bureau, but it didn't fall in love with you. He has seen such things. Thank God it was Bella who saved him, and hopefully she's somewhere today, safe at last.He wanted her to see his heart. The phone came into the office with a beeping sound. "Mr. Crawford, a Dr. Danielson—"

Jack Crawford's office at the FBI's Washington headquarters is painted a depressing gray, though it has large windows. Crawford stood by these windows, clipboard held up to the light, struggling to read a blurry list from the damned dot-matrix printer he'd let them disposed of. He's here from the funeral home, and he's been busy all morning, grabbing the Norwegian for a quick look into the dental records of the seaman named Klaus, and ordering his company in San Diego to go Checked with some of Benjamin Raspail's acquaintances at the conservatory where he used to teach;

Five minutes after Crawford arrived, John, the assistant director of the FBI and head of the newly formed special investigation team composed of various services.Golby, just popped into the office and poked his head in for a while, and he said, "Jack, we're all thinking of you. We appreciate your presence. Is the funeral settled?" "Tomorrow night there is a wake, and the funeral is at eleven o'clock on Saturday." Gorby nodded. "Unicef ​​has a gift, Jack, a fund. Is it Phyllis or Bella? We'll write what you like." "Bella-John. Let's write about Bella."

"Would you like me to do something for you, Jack?" Crawford shook his head. "I'm just doing work. I'm going to work right now." "Yes." Pressed the button with a snap, "I'm Jack Crawford, doctor." "Is this line safe, Mr. Crawford?" "Yes, my end is safe." "You didn't record it, did you?" "No, Dr. Danielson. Tell me what you think." "I want to make it very clear that this has nothing to do with any of the patients Johns Hopkins has ever had." "I agree." "If anything happens, I want you to make it clear to the public that he is not a transsexual and has nothing to do with this institution."

"Very well. Promise. Absolutely no problem. Come on, you rigid bastard! Crawford could have said anything, and he didn't." "He pushed Dr. Parvis down." "Who, Dr. Danielson?" "He applied to the program three years ago under the name John Grant of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania." "Tell me more specifically." "Caucasian male, thirty-one years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety pounds, he's been tested, and he's done well on the Wechsler Intelligence Scale--but psychological testing and interviews are another story That's it. Actually, he did the house-tree-person test and the subject comprehension test exactly like the one you gave me where you made me think that little theory was created by Allen Bloom Yes, but it was Hannibal Lecter who actually created it, didn't he?"

"Go on to Grant, doctor." "The committee would not have accepted his application anyway, but when we met to discuss the matter, the issue was still inconclusive, because he was found out after a background check." "How did you find out?" "As a rule, we check with the police in the applicant's hometown. The Harrisburg police have been hunting him for two assaults on gay men. The second attack almost killed people. He had Gave us an address and it turned out that he happened to go to a boarding house where the police took his fingerprints there, and a receipt for gasoline on a credit card with his driver's license number on it. His name is not at all Not John Grant, just talking to us like that. About a week later, he was waiting outside the building and shoved Dr. Penlves down, just to vent his anger."

"What was his real name, Dr. Danielson?" "I'd better spell it for you. It's J-AM-EG-UMB, Jaime-Gum."