Chapter 63-67

At the moment Dr Lecter raised his wine to the candle, A. Benning, staying
late at the DNA lab, raised her latest gel to the light and looked at the
electrophoresis lines dotted with red, blue, and yellow. The sample was
epithelial cells from the toothbrush brought over from the Palazzo Capponi in
the Italian diplomatic pouch.
"Um um um um," she said and called Starling's number at Quantico.
Eric Pickford answered.
"Hi, may I speak to Clarice Starling please?"
"She's gone for the day and I'm in charge, how can I help you?"
"Do you have a beeper number for her?"
"She's on the other phone. What have you got?"
"Would you please tell her it's Benning from the DNA lab. Please tell her the
toothbrush and the eyelash off the arrow are a match. It's Dr Lecter. And ask
her to call me."
"Give me your extension number. Sure, I'll tell her right now. Thanks."
Starling was not on the other line. Pickford called Paul Krendler at home.
When Starling did not call A. Benning at the lab,...