OOM: Goodbye to Baltimore

There is a small stack of books, most of them looking old or slightly strange, marring the neatness of Dr. Lecter's desk.

The topmost one is bound in blood-red leather.

"Do come on up," Dr. Lecter calls out when Graham enters, briefly bending over the railing of his mezzanine to smile at him before continuing the intense perusal of his own bookshelves.