Downstairs at the table, she found Lecter preparing a gourmet meal for a drugged and wheel-chair seated dinner guest - Krendler, wearing a backwards baseball cap bearing his initials.You were gonna have dinner with him, the Dutchman hired him, I sent him up on schedule, the fog came in, a tree got in the way.As he drives by a cemetery, he reveals that he is a serial killer on an earthly mission who receives divine inspirations o first marry, and then murder and rob vain and wicked women (usually rich lonely widows who do not see the menacing perversity in him):Well now, what""s it to be Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember...The judge should have put you behind bars.Melanie: What are you, a policeman?Mitch: I merely believe in the law, Miss Daniels...I just thought you might like to know what it""s like to be on the other end of a gag.What do ya think of that?Melanie: I think you""re a louse.Mitch: I am.Although she is exasperated by him, she is also curiously attracted and impulsively decides to run after him - glimpsing his Ford Galaxie license plate number:WJH 003as he drives away.] When they pass one of the houses on the street, Jeffrey can only recollect grotesquely about a strange old school friend -Jeffrey: I used to know a kid who lived there.