Frank walked into the three five and back to Gibbs’ desk. “I got a problem,” he said.
“The priest wander back?”
“No, the priest is fine, it’s something else.”
Gibbs lifted his eyebrows.
“While Bill was in the Taylor mess, he met some girl. You met her too, that night at the rectory.”
“One of the women you say?”
“Yes.”
“There were two of them, one was an old bag and the other was cute as a button.”
“The button.”
“Okay, what about her?”
“She wants out.”
“So, arrange to meet her somewhere and leave. Whether she’ll stay gone or not… only time will tell. If she really wants out, she’ll meet you and she’ll stay gone.”
“She’s involved with Taylor.”
“Christ.”
“Yes, sometimes very bad.”
“Why?”
“A question has to be answered.”
“A question?” asked Frank.
“Yes, does she want out of the cult, or does she want to get away from the good reverend?”
“She told Father Bill that the night you spoke up about Taylor being in prison she decided he wasn’t what she thought he was.”
“I wonder what she thought he was?”
“I would assume she thought he was a good man of God.”
“Hmmm… that assumption can get somebody killed.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re taking the optimum.”
“The optimum?”
“Yes, the best case scenario. You would like to believe she wants out because she has discovered that the man she once felt was perfect is now soiled, stained. Somehow, he is now imperfect. Isn’t that right?”
“I guess so, she said that Taylor wasn’t what she thought he was. Doesn’t that mean. . .
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