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g that would give him an intimate view of the Jacobis。
Where was the projector？ He could cross…check this insurance declaration against the inventory Byron Metcalf had prepared as executor when he stored the Jacobis' things。 The items had been checked off by the warehouse supervisor who signed the storage contract。
It took fifteen minutes to go down the list of stored items。 No projector； no camera； no film。
Graham leaned back in his chair and stared at the Jacobis smiling from the picture propped before him。
What the hell did you do with it？
Was it stolen？
Did the killer steal it？
If the killer stole it； did he fence it？
Dear God； give me a traceable fence。
Graham wasn't tired anymore。 He wanted to know if anything else was missing。 He looked for an hour； paring the warehouse storage inventory with the insurance declarations。 Everything was accounted for except the small precious items。 They should all be on Byron Metcalf's own lockbox list of things he had put in the bank vault in Birmingham。
All of them were on the list。 Except two。
〃Crystal oddment box； 4〃 X 3〃； sterling silver lid〃 appeared on the insurance declaration； but was not in the lockbox。 〃Sterling picture frame； 9 x 11 inches； worked with vines and flowers〃 wasn't in the vault either。
Stolen？ Mislaid？ They were small items； easily concealed。 Usually fenced silver is melted down immediately。 It would be hard to trace。 But movie equipment had serial numbers inside and out。 It could be traced。
Was the killer the thief？
As he stared at his stained photograph of the Jacobis； Graham felt the sweet jolt of a new connection。 But when he saw the answer whole it was seedy and disappointing and small。
There was a telephone in the jury room。 Graham called Birmingham Homicide。 He got the three…to…eleven watch mander。
〃In the Jacobi case I noticed you kept an in…and…out log at the house after it was sealed off； right？〃
〃Let me get somebody to look；〃 the watch mander said。
Graham knew they kept one。 It was good procedure to record every person entering or leaving a murder scene； and Graham had been pleased to see that Birmingham did it。 He waited five minutes before a clerk picked up the telephone。
〃Okay； in…and…out； what do you want to know？〃
〃Is Niles Jacobi； son of the deceased … is he on it？〃
〃Umm…hmmm； yep。 July 2； seven P。M。 He had permission to get personal items。〃
〃Did he have a suitcase； does it say？〃
〃Nope。 Sorry。〃
Byron Metcalf's voice was husky and his breathing heavy when he answered the telephone。 Graham wondered what he was doing。
〃Hope I didn't disturb you。〃
〃What can I do for you； Will？〃
〃I need a little help with Niles Jacobi。〃
〃What's he done now？〃
〃I think he lifted a few things out of the Jacobi house after they were killed。〃
〃Urnmm。〃
〃There's a sterling picture frame missing from your lockbox inventory。 When I was in Birmingham I picked up a loose photograph of the family in Niles's dormitory room。 It used to be in a frame … I can see the impression the mat left on it。〃
〃The little bastard。 I gave permission for him to get his clothes and some books he needed；〃 Metcalf said。
〃Niles has expensive friendships。 This is mainly what I'm after； though … a movie projector and a movie camera are missing too。 I want to know if he got them。 Probably he did； but if he didn't； maybe the killer got them。 In that case we need to get the serial numbers out to the hock shops。 We need to put 'em on the national hot sheet。 The frame's probably melted down by now。〃
〃He'll think 'frame' when I get through with him。〃
〃One thing … if Niles took the projector； he might have kept the film。 He couldn't get anything for it。 I want the film。 I need to see it。 If you e at him from the front； he'll deny everything and flush the film if he has any。〃
〃Okay；〃 Metcalf said。 〃His car title reverted to the estate。 I'm executor； so I can search it without a warrant。 My friend the judge won't mind papering his room for me。 I'll call you。〃
Graham went back to work。
Affluence。 Put affluence in the profile the police would use。
Graham wondered if Mrs。 Leeds and Mrs。 Jacobi ever did their marketing in tennis clothes。 That was a fashionable thing to do in some areas。 It was a dumb thing to do in some areas because it was doubly provocative … arousing class resentment and lust at the same time。
Graham imagined them pushing grocery carts； short pleated skirts brushing the brown thighs； the little balls on their sweat socks winking … passing the husky man with the barracuda eyes who was buying cold lunch meat to gnaw in his car。
How many families were there with three children and a pet； and only mon locks between them and the Dragon as they slept？
When Graham pictured possible victims； he saw clever； successful people in graceful houses。
But the next person to confront the Dragon did not have children or a pet； and there was no grace in his house。 The next person to confront the Dragon was Francis Dolarhyde。
CHAPTER 37
The thump of weights on the attic floor carried through the old house。
Dolarhyde was lifting； straining； pumping more weight than he had ever lifted。 His costume was different； sweatpants covered his tattoo。 The sweatshirt hung over The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun。 The kimono hung on the wall like the shed skin of a tree snake。 It covered the mirror。
Dolarhyde wore no mask；
Up。 Two hundred and eighty pounds from the floor to his chest in one heave。 Now over his head。
〃WHOM ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT？〃
Startled by the voice； he nearly dropped the weight； swayed beneath it。 Down。 The plates thudded and clanked on the floor。
He turned； his great arms hanging； and stared in the direction of the voice。
〃WHOM ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT？〃
It seemed to e from behind the sweatshirt； but its rasp and volume hurt his throat。
〃WHOM ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT？〃
He knew who spoke and he was frightened。 From the beginning； he and the Dragon had been one。 He was Being and the Dragon was his higher self。 Their bodies； voices； wills were one；
Not now。 Not since Reba。 Don't think Reba。
〃WHO IS ACCEPTABLE？〃 the Dragon asked。
〃Mrs 。 。 。 erhman … Sherman。〃 It was hard for Dolarhyde to say。
〃SPEAK UP。 I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU。 WHOM ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT？〃
Dolarhyde； his face set； turned to the barbell。 Up。 Over his head。 Much harder this time。
〃Mrs。 。 。 。 erhman wet in the water。〃
〃YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR LITTLE BUDDY； DON'T YOU？ YOU WANT HER TO BE YOUR LITTLE BUDDY； DON'T YOU？〃
The weight came down with a thud。
〃I on't have a li'l 。 。 。 buddy。〃 With the fear his speech was failing。 He had to occlude his nostrils with his upper lip。
〃A STUPID LIE。〃 The Dragon's voice was strong and clear。 He said the /s/ without effort。 〃YOU FORGET THE BEING。 PREPARE FOR THE SHERMANS。 LIFT THE WEIGHT。〃
Dolarhyde seized the barbell and strained。 His mind strained with his body。 Desperately he tried to think of the Shermans。 He forced himself to think of the weight of Mrs。 Sherman in his arms。 Mrs。 Sherman was next。 It was Mrs。 Sherman。 He was fighting Mr。 Sherman in the dark。 Holding him down until loss of blood