There was something else he could do, and he had known it for days. He could wait until he was driven to it by desperation in the last days before the full moon. Or he could do it now, while it might be of some use. There was an opinion he wanted. A very strange view he needed to share; a mindset he had to recover after his warm round years in the Keys. The reasons clacked like roller-coaster cogs pulling up to the first long plunge, and at the top, unaware that he clutched his belly, Graham said it aloud. “I have to see Lecter.”
