“I want you to freeze something now. Freeze the business with Chilton. Keep the information you got from Lecter and freeze the feelings. I want you to keep your eyes on the prize, Starling. That’s all that matters. You worked for some information, paid for it, got it, now we’ll use it. It’s just as good—or as worthless—as it was before Chilton messed in this. We just won’t get any more from Lecter, probably. Take the knowledge of Buffalo Bill you got from Lecter and keep it. Freeze the rest. The waste, the loss, your anger, Chilton. Freeze it. When we have time, we’ll kick Chilton’s butt up between his shoulder blades. Freeze it now and slide it aside. So you can see past it to the prize, Starling. Catherine Martin’s life. And Buffalo Bill’s hide on the barn door. Keep your eyes on the prize. If you can do that, I need you.”
“To work with the medical records?”
They were in front of the drugstore now.
“Not unless the clinics stonewall us and we have to take the records. I want you in Memphis. We have to hope Lecter tells Senator Martin something useful. But I want you to be close by, just in case—if he gets tired of toying with her, maybe he’ll talk to you. In the meantime, I want you to try to get a feel for Catherine, how Bill might have spotted her. You’re not a lot older than Catherine, and her friends might tell you things they wouldn’t tell somebody that looks more like a cop.
“We’ve still got the other things going. Interpol’s working on identifying Klaus. With an ID on Klaus we can take a look at his associates in Europe and in California where he had his romance with Benjamin Raspail. I’m going to the University of Minnesota—we got off on the wrong foot up there—and I’ll be in Washington tonight. I’ll get the coffee now. Whistle up Jeff and the van. You’re on a plane in forty minutes.”
The red sun had reached three-quarters of the way down the telephone poles. The sidewalks were still violet. Starling could reach up into the light as she waved for Jeff.
She felt lighter, better. Crawford really was very good. She knew that his little nitrogen question was a nod to her forensic background, meant to please her and to trigger ingrained habits of disciplined thinking. She wondered if men actually regard that kind of manipulation as subtle. Curious how things can work on you even when you recognize them. Curious how the gift of leadership is often a coarse gift.
Across the street, a figure coming down the steps of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. It was Barney, looking even larger in his lumber jacket. He was carrying his lunchpail.
Starling mouthed “Five minutes” to Jeff waiting in the van. She caught Barney as he was unlocking his old Studebaker.
“Barney.”
He turned to face her, expressionless. His eyes may have been a bit wider than usual. He had his weight on both feet.
“Did Dr. Chilton tell you you’d be all right from this?”
“What else would he tell me?”
“You believe it?”
The corner of his mouth turned down. He didn’t say yes or no.
“I want you to do something for me. I want you to do it now, with no questions. I’ll ask you nicely—we’ll start with that. What’s left in Lecter’s cell?”
“A couple of books—Joy of Cooking, medical journals. They took his court papers.”
“The stuff on the walls, the drawings?”
“It’s still there.”
“I want it all and I’m in a hell of a hurry.”
He considered her for a second. “Hold on,” he said and trotted back up the steps, lightly for such a big man.
Crawford was waiting for her in the van when Barney came back out with rolled drawings and the papers and books in a shopping bag.
“You sure I knew the bug was in that desk I brought you?” Barney said as handed her the stuff.
“I have to give that some thought. Here’s a pen, write your phone numbers on the bag. Barney, you think they can handle Dr. Lecter?”
“I got my doubts and I said so to Dr. Chilton. Remember I told you that, in case it slips his mind. You’re all right, Officer Starling. Listen, when you get Buffalo Bill?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t bring him to me just because I got a vacancy, all right?” He smiled. Barney had little baby teeth.
Starling grinned at him in spite of herself. She flapped a wave back over her shoulder as she ran to the van.
Crawford was pleased.
CHAPTER 32