BEFORE DAYLIGHT Pazzi had in his hands the photographs taken for Dr Fells
state work permit, attached with the negatives to his permesso di soggiorno in
the files of the Carabinieri. Pazzi also had the excellent mug shots
reproduced on Mason Verger's poster. The faces were similar in shape, but if
Dr Fell was Dr Hannibal Lecter, some work had been done on the nose and
cheeks, maybe collagen injections.
The ears looked promising. Like Alphonse Bertillon a hundred years before,
Pazzi pored over the ears with his magnifying glass. They seemed to be the
same.
On the Questura's outdated computer, he punched in his Interpol access code to
the American FBI's Violent Criminal Apprehension Program and called up the
voluminous Lecter file. He cursed his slow modem and tried to read the fuzzy
text off the screen until the letters jumped in his vision. He knew most of
the case. Two things made him catch his breath. One old and one new. The most
recent update cited an X-ray indicating Lecter probably had had surgery on his
hand. The old item, a scan of a hand-printed Tennessee police report, noted
that while he killed his guards in Memphis, Hannibal Lecter played a tape of
the Goldberg Variations.
The poster circulated by the rich American victim, Mason Verger, dutifully
encouraged an informant to call the FBI number provided. It gave the standard
warning about Dr Lecter being armed and dangerous.
A private telephone number was provided as well just below the paragraph about
the huge reward.
Airfare from Florence to Paris is ridiculously expensive and Pazzi had to pay
it out of his own pocket. He did not trust the French police to give him a
phone patch without meddling, and he knew no other way to get one. From an
American Express phone cabin near the Opera, he telephoned the private number
on Mason's poster. He assumed the call would be traced. Pazzi spoke English
well enough, but he knew his accent would betray him as Italian.
The voice was male, American, very calm.
"Would you state your business please?"
"I may have information about Hannibal Lecter."
"Yes, well, thank you for calling. Do you know where he is now?"
"I believe so. Is the reward in effect?"
"Yes, it is. What hard evidence do you have that it's him? You have to
understand we get a lot of crank calls."
"I'll tell you he's undergone plastic surgery on his face and had an operation
on his left hand. He can still play the Goldberg Variations. He has Brazilian
papers."
A pause. Then, "Why haven't you called the police? I'm required to encourage
you to do that."
"Is the reward in effect in all circumstances?"
"The reward is for information leading to the arrest and conviction."
"Would the reward be payable in . . . special circumstances?"
"Do you mean a bounty on Dr Lecter? Say, in the case of someone who might not
ordinarily be eligible to accept a reward?"
"Yes."
"We are both working toward the same goal. So stay on the telephone please,
while I make a suggestion. It is against international convention and U.S. law
to offer a bounty for someone's death, sir. Stay on the telephone please. May
I ask if you're calling from Europe?"
"Yes, I am, and that's all I'm telling you."
"Good, hear me out - I suggest you contact an attorney to discuss legality of
bounties and not to undertake any illegal action against Dr Lecter. May I
recommend an attorney? There's one in Geneva who is excellent in these
matters. May I give you the toll-free number? I encourage you strongly to call
him and to be frank with him."
Pazzi bought a prepaid telephone card and made his next call from a booth in
the Bon Marche department store. He spoke to a person with a dry Swiss voice.
It took less than five minutes.
Mason would pay one million United States dollars for Dr Hannibal Letter's
head and hands. He would pay the same amount for information leading to
arrest. He would privately pay three million dollars for the doctor alive, no
questions asked, discretion guaranteed. The terms included one hundred
thousand dollars in advance. To qualify for the advance, Pazzi would have to
provide a positively identifiable fingerprint from Dr Lecter, the print in
situ on an object. If he did that, he could see the rest of the cash in an
escrowed safe deposit locker in Switzerland at his convenience.
Before he left Bon Marche for the airport, Pazzi bought a peignoir for his
wife in peach silk moue.