“Ms. Powell, not to cut you short, but whatever you would be leaving, you can buy replacements later. If you need clothes. . .”
“Can I buy a replacement son, Detective?”
Frank looked at Bill. “You didn’t say anything about a child.”
“No, I didn’t know, not until now.”
“Ms. Powell, something I need to know. . .”
“Please call me Lynn, and yes, Eric is Reverend Taylor’s son.”
“So, Taylor is your child’s father?”
She nodded.
“Whew,” said Frank. “This does complicate the situation.”
Frank was silent for a moment, then, he lifted his eyebrows and said, “I guess, we need to go back to where we were. Ms. Powell. . .”
“Lynn, please” she said.
“Alright, Lynn, I assume you were very close to Reverend Taylor at one time, what has changed? Why do you want to leave the cult, pardon me, ministry?”
“Quite simply, Detective, I have found out that Billy Taylor is a crook, a garden variety crook. I am not a bad person, Detective, please believe me, I’m not, but you are what you surround yourself with.”
“Ms. Powell. . . Lynn, I have to honestly ask you and wonder how you could possibly just now be coming to this conclusion. You are bound to know all the Reverend’s antics were just a show to get money. How in the world did you believe that the man was anything but what he is, a con man?”
“Detective, you are going to believe I am the stupidest person alive, but when I first saw Reverend Taylor up on that stage bathed in all that light, I thought this man has to know God personally. And when he talked about talking to God and trying to bring the world to Jesus, it brought me to tears. This was God’s man. This too, was a son of God.”
“You bit the whole banana.”
She smiled and nodded, “I am embarrassed to say I did.”
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