“Those people have a letter for every situation.” He looked at Lynn. “These tabs, is this the way they’re filed?”
“Yes,” she answered.
He handed the file to Frank. “Look at this, they’ve got a file for everything, cancer, unemployment, brain tumor, and look what it says. We have prayed to Jesus for your cancer, we have prayed to Jesus that you may find a job. Those people get these letters and actually believe someone is on bended knee praying for their problem. And look further down ‘as a sign of your faith please bless us with your gift. . . These people are slick.”
“Yes, but have they broken any laws? If begging for money was a crime every preacher. . .” He looked at Father Bill who was smiling. “You know what I’m saying.”
“Now, if it weren’t for Ms. Powell’s son, I would barge in there making sure every reporter I know received a call before it happened. But, I need to show this to the District Attorney before we load the guns. We may be able to get the child out on an endangerment, or contributing to the delinquency of a minor hook. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
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