“What, Detective? What does it mean? Is he no longer the man of God she thought he was? Or, has she caught him looking at a fine set of breasts in the third row?”
Gibbs looked at Frank and, at first, said nothing.
“Or, Detective, has she tried to purchase some little bobble and he said no?”
“I think I see what you mean.”
“Yes, has he done something that one nice glance will bring forgiveness? If he has, just trying to intervene could be dangerous.”
“How do we find out?”
“You’ll have to ask the girl. There’s no other way. And, hope like hell she’s being honest.”
That afternoon, Frank called Father Bill.
“Bill, before we can do anything, you’re going to have to find out exactly why the girl wants out. She’s going to have to tell you, for certain, that her relationship with Taylor is definitely over.”
“I told you, she said he wasn’t what she thought he was.”
“That’s not enough. We’re going to have to know why, all of a sudden, she’s crawling out of bed with Taylor. It’s important. My people want to make damn certain that when they go in to get the girl she doesn’t change her tune.”
“I can understand that. It makes sense. I will get in touch with her and try to get the full story.”
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