Gibbs barged on by into the living room. Bill quickly took off after him with Frank following. They all stopped when they saw three men and two ladies men sitting on the couch. “I see you have company, Father. Introduce us to these people.”
“This. . . this is Reverend Billy Taylor and his assistants, Reverend Parker and Deacon Welch. I can’t remember the ladies names. . .”
Gibbs butted into the introduction, “Glad to meet you, gentlemen, ladies, please don’t let me interrupt you. Sit. Go ahead with what you were doing.”
It was obvious that Father Bill had no idea what to say. Taylor spoke up. “We were just chatting with Bill. We have a lot in common. We’re both men of the cloth.”
“Billy Taylor. . . Billy Taylor. I’ve heard that name before. I remember, you’re that television evangelist. You put on all those TV shows. Yea, now I remember, you’re that TV evangelist.”
“Yes, we do have a television ministry.”
“Yea, pretty big operation.” Gibbs smiled broadly. “Might call it a multimillion dollar operation, wouldn’t what be what you would call it?.”
“Our ministry has been somewhat successful. The Lord has blessed us richly. We are thankful.”
“Yea, I’ll bet you are. Way I heard it, you knocked down a little over seven million last year, but that’s what the papers say.” Another broad smile, “but you can’t believe everything you read in the papers, can you?”
Taylor’s expression immediately changed. “Sir, I don’t believe I caught your name. Who are you?”
“Oh, oh, I’m sorry, Police Detective Gibbs, Carby Gibbs, anti-gang, anti-cult division.”
“And, what was your business with Father Tait?”
Another broad smile, “What was my business with Father Tait? I would have to ask you, Sir, what business is that of yours?” The smile was even broader. “I hear Father Bill is going to be helping you go about saving people, is that right?” every word was said through the same broad smile.
“Yes, that is true, it is our calling to let the world know about Jesus and save as many as we can. We all want to go to Heaven.”
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