Hannibal - Thomas Harris [107]
“Donnie Barber,” said the older of the two wardens, pointing with his chin. “If you ever git him in court, let me know. I'd love to git that son of a.bitch out of the woods for good.”
They were watching a man of about thirty at the other end of the archery exhibit. He was facing them, watching a video. Donnie Barber wore camouflage, his blouse tied around his waist by the sleeves. He had on a khakicolored sleeveless Tshirt to show off his tattoos and a baseball cap reversed on his head.
Dr Lecter moved slowly away from the officers, looking at various items as he went. He paused at a display of laser pistol sights an aisle away and, through a trellis hung with holsters, the doctor watched the flickering video that held Donnie Barber's attention.
It was a video about hunting mule deer with bow and arrow.
Apparently someone off camera was hazing a deer along a fence through a wooded lot, while the hunter drew his bow. The hunter was wired for sound. His breathing grew faster. He whispered into the microphone, “It don't git any better than this.”
The deer humped when the arrow hit it and ran into the fence twice before leaping the wire and running away.
Watching, Donnie Barber jerked and grunted at the arrow strike.
Now the video huntsman was about to field - dress the deer. He began at what he called the ANNus.
Donnie Barber stopped the video and ran it back to the arrow strike again and again, until the concessionaire spoke to him.
“Fuck yourself, asshole,” Donnie Barber said. “I wouldn't buy shit from you.”
At the next booth, he bought some yellow arrows, broadheads with a razor fin crosswise in the head. There was a box for a prize drawing and, with his purchase, bonnie Barber received an entry slip. The prize was a twoday deer lease.
Donnie Barber filled out his entry and dropped it through the slot, and kept the merchant's pen as he disappeared with his long parcel into the crowd of young men in camouflage.
As a frog's eyes pick up movement, so the merchant's eyes noted any pause in the passing crowd. The man before him now was utterly still.
“Is that your best crossbow?”
Dr Lecter asked the merchant.
“No.”
The man took a case from under the counter. “This is the best one. I like the recurve better than the compound if you got to tote it. It's got the windlass you can drive off a 'lectric drill or use it manual. You know you can't use a crossbow on deer in Virginia unless you're handicapped?” the man said.
“My brother's lost one arm and he's anxious to kill something with the other one,” Dr Lecter said.
“Oh I Gotcha.”.In the course of five minutes, the doctor purchased an excellent crossbow and two dozen quarrels, the short, thick arrows used with a crossbow.
“Tie up a parcel,” Dr Lecter said.
“Fill out this slip and you might win you a deer hunt. Two days on a good lease,” the merchant said.
Dr Lecter filled out his slip for the drawing and dropped it through the slot in the box.
As soon as the merchant was engaged with another customer, Dr Lecter turned back to him.
“Bother!” he said. “I forgot to put my telephone number on my drawing slip. May I?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Dr Lecter took the top off the box and took out the top two slips. He added to the false information on his own, and took a long look at the slip beneath, blinking once, like a camera clicking.
Hannibal
Chapter 56
THE GYM at Muskrat Farm is hightech black and chrome, with the complete Nautilus cycle of machines, tree weights, aerobic equipment and a juice bar.
Barney was nearly through with his workout, cooling down on a bike, when he realized he was not alone in the room. Margot Verger was taking off her warm- ups in the corner. She wore elastic shorts and a tank top over a sports bra and now she added a weightlifting belt. Barney heard weights clank in the corner. He heard her breathing as she did a warmup set.
Barney was pedaling the bicycle against no resistance, toweling his head, when she came over to