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Will Graham
Yay! ♥
Often in intense conversation Graham took on the other person’s speech patterns.
That is a damn good skill to have.
and a duck,
awww
spent waves creaming around her ankles.
love that phrasing
Three remarkably ugly dogs
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
at the Holiday Inn
♪ I'm chillin' at the Holiday Inn ♪
and he should leave you the hell alone.
AGREED
Dr. Hannibal Lecter did that with a linoleum knife.
aND IN THE SHOW IT WAS SO ROMANTIC
Will Graham
🥰
A murder house is ugly to the neighbors, like the face of someone who betrayed them.
he sensed madness like a bloodhound sniffs a shirt.
The very air had screams smeared on it.
What he did with Mrs. Leeds was obvious.
uh, is it?
What did the killer do with them after they were dead?
♪Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? ♪
red fingerprint powder called Dragon’s Blood.
ooooh that's interesting. Anything to do with why he's called the Red Dragon?
Graham had a lot of trouble with taste. Often his thoughts were not tasty.
like a chair made of antlers.
♥
blood like the legs of spectacles over her temples and ears.
Graham was nearly forty
Making him about 33, 34 in season 1 of the show?
Graham bit the sheet,
😉
“She had pretty feet,” Graham said.
OKAY, TRENT!
an obnoxious fellow who was trying to take pictures for The National Tattler
IT FRED
Investigator Graham.
❤️
When Graham turned to face the room, the ice-blue eyes were startling
“What’s average?” “In a sex murder, three.
Most of the time in sex assaults the bite mark has a livid spot in the center, a suck mark.
Graham’s thigh muscles fluttered with fatigue
you were the one who nailed Lecter three years ago.”
“Will Graham!” he said. “Remember me—Freddy Lounds? I covered the Lecter case for the Tattler.
you write lying shit, and The National Tattler is an asswipe.
When I was in the hospital, he came in and—”
the picture in The National Tattler at the end of the Lecter case. Lounds had come into the hospital room while Graham was asleep. He flipped back the sheet and shot a picture of Graham’s temporary colostomy. The paper ran it retouched with a black square covering Graham’s groin. The caption said “Crazy Guts Cop.”
FINDER, the FBI’s automated fingerprint reader and processor,
He scrubbed his reading glasses with hotel soap
wtf?
choke up on the long shaft
Sewanee annuals. H. Allen Smith and Perelman and Max Shulman on the bookshelves. Vonnegut and Evelyn Waugh. C. S. Forrester’s Beat to Quarters
as surely as a singing cricket attracts death from the red-eyed fly.
a woman who has many other closets to organize.
Gee, I wish I had her problems.
... well, maybe not the being-raped-and-dead part.
I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm.
Graham’s hand smelled like candy.
Graham bit his lower lip
He swam in the pool at his hotel
The desperate order of an aging couple who see their lives begin to blur.
Dr. Lecter is not crazy, in any common way we think of being crazy. He did some hideous things because he enjoyed them. But he can function perfectly when he wants to.”
“He’s a monster. I think of him as one of those pitiful things that are born in hospitals from time to time. They feed it, and keep it warm, but they don’t put it on the machines and it dies. Lecter is the same way in his head, but he looks normal and nobody could tell.”
“The sixth victim was killed in his workshop. He had woodworking equipment and he kept his hunting stuff out there. He was laced to a pegboard where the tools hung, and he was really torn up, cut and stabbed, and he had arrows in him. The wounds reminded me of something.
Lecter was very hot—he
“The doctor of record was a resident surgeon, but Lecter had treated him first—he was on duty in the emergency room. His name was on the admissions log. It had been a long time since the accident, but I thought Lecter might remember
He was practicing psychiatry by that time. He had a nice office. Antiques.
Lecter had no record. I wanted some time in his office by myself,
