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a dark spot on her nightdress spreading and Leeds； hands to his neck and eyes wild rising。 The screen went black for five beats； then the tic of a splice。
The camera was steady now； on a tripod。 They were all dead now。 Arranged。 Two children seated against the wall facing the bed； one seated across the corner from them facing the camera。 Mr。 and Mrs。 Leeds in bed with the covers over them。 Mr。 Leeds propped up against the headboard； the sheet covering the rope around his chest and his head lolled to the side。
Dolarhyde came into the picture from the left with the stylized movements of a Balinese dancer。 Blood…smeared and naked except for his glasses and gloves； he mugged and capered among the dead。 He approached the far side of the bed； Mrs。 Leeds's side； took the corner of the covers； whipped them off the bed and held the pose as though he had executed a veronica。
Now； watching in the parlor of his grandparents' house； Dolarhyde was covered with a sheen of sweat。 His thick tongue ran out constantly； the scar on his upper lip wet and shiny and he moaned as he stimulated himself。
Even at the height of his pleasure he was sorry to see that in the film's ensuing scene he lost all his grace and elegance of motion； rooting piglike with his bottom turned carelessly to the camera。 There were no dramatic pauses； no sense of pace or climax； just brutish frenzy。
It was wonderful anyway。 Watching the film was wonderful。 But not as wonderful as the acts themselves。
Two major flaws； Dolarhyde felt； were that the film did not actually show the deaths of the Leedses and that his own performance was poor toward the end。 He seemed to lose all his values。 That was not how the Red Dragon would do it。
Well。 He had many films to make and； with experience； he hoped he could maintain some aesthetic distance； even in the most intimate moments。
He must bear down。 This was his life's work； a magnificent thing。 It would live forever。
He must press on soon。 He must select his fellow performers。 Already he had copied several films of Fourth of July family outings。 The end of summer always brought a rush of business at the film…processing plant as vacation movies came in。 Thanksgiving would bring another rush。
Families were mailing their applications to him every day。
CHAPTER 10
The plane from Washington to Birmingham was half…empty。 Graham took a window seat with no one beside him。
He declined the tired sandwich the stewardess offered and put his Jacobi file on the tray table。 At the front he had listed the similarities between the Jacobis and the Leedses。
Both couples were in their late thirties； both had children … two boys and a girl。 Edward Jacobi had another son； by a previous marriage； who was away at college when the family was killed。
Both parents in each case had college degrees； and both families lived in two…story houses in pleasant suburbs。 Mrs。 Jacobi and Mrs。 Leeds were attractive women。 The families had some of the same credit cards and they subscribed to some of the same popular magazines。
There the similarities ended。 Charles Leeds was a tax attorney； while Edward Jacobi was an engineer and metallurgist。 The Atlanta family were Presbyterian； the Jacobis were Catholic。 The Leedses were lifelong Atlanta residents； while the Jacobis had lived in Birmingham only three months； transferred there from Detroit。
The word 〃random〃 sounded in Graham's head like a dripping faucet。 〃Random selection of victims；〃 〃no apparent motive〃 … newspapers used those terms； and detectives spat them out in anger and frustration in homicide squad rooms。
〃Random〃 wasn't accurate； though。 Graham knew that mass murderers and serial murderers do not select their victims at random。
The man who killed the Jacobis and the Leedses saw something in them that drew him and drove him to do it。 He might have known them well … Graham hoped so … or he might not have known them at all。 But Graham was sure the killer saw them at some time before he killed them。 He chose them because something in them spoke to him； and the women were at the core of it。 What was it？
There were some differences in the crimes。
Edward Jacobi was shot as he came down the stairs carrying a flashlight … probably he was awakened by a noise。
Mrs。 Jacobi and her children were shot in the head； Mrs。 Leeds in the abdomen。 The weapon was a nine…millimeter automatic pistol in all the shootings。 Traces of steel wool from a homemade silencer were found in the wounds。 The cartridge cases bore no fingerprints。
The knife had been used only on Charles Leeds。 Dr。 Princi believed it was thin…bladed and very keen； possibly a fileting knife。
The methods of entry were different too； a patio door pried open at the Jacobis'； the glass cutter at the Leedses'。
Photographs of the crime in Birmingham did not show the quantity of blood found at the Leedses'； but there were stains on the bedroom walls about two and one…half feet above the floor。 So the killer had an audience in Birmingham too。 The Birmingham police checked the bodies for fingerprints； induding the fingernails； and found nothing。 Burial for a summer month in Birmingham would destroy any prints like the one on the Leeds child。
In both places were the same blond hairs； same spit； same semen。 Graham propped photographs of the two smiling families against the seat back in front of him and stared at them for a long time in the hanging quiet of the airplane。
What could have attracted the murderer specifically to them？ Graham wanted very much to believe there was a mon factor and that he would find it soon。
Otherwise he would have to enter more houses and see what the Tooth Fairy had left for him。
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Graham got directions from the Birmingham field office and checked in with the police by telephone from the airport。 The pact car he rented spit water from the air…conditioner vents onto his hands and arms。
His first stop was the Geehan Realty office on Dennison Avenue。
Geehan； tall and bald； made haste across his turquoise shag to greet Graham。 His smile faded when Graham showed his identification and asked for the key to the Jacobi house。
〃Will there be some cops in uniform out there today？〃 he asked； his hand on the top of his head。
〃I don't know。〃
〃I hope to God not。 I've got a chance to show it twice this afternoon。 It's a nice house。 People see it and they forget this other。 Last Thursday I had a couple from Duluth； substantial retired people hot on the Sun Belt。 I had them down to the short rows …talking mortgages … I mean that man could have fronted a third； when the squad car rode up and in they came。 Couple asked them questions and； boy； did they get some answers。 These good officers gave 'em the whole tour … who was laying where。 Then it was Good…bye； Geehan； much obliged for your trouble。 I try to show 'em how safe we've fixed it' but they don't listen。 There they go； jake…legged through the gravel； climbing back in their Sedan de Ville。〃
〃Have any single men asked to look at it？〃
〃They haven't asked me。 It's a multiple listing。 I don't think so； though。 Police wouldn't let us start painting until； I don't know； we just got finished in