“I don’t follow.”
“The guy is a joke in his own state. He starts these great ‘save the people investigations’ and as soon as the election is over, the investigation is over. He’s done it a half dozen times. I’ll bet you dollars against doughnuts he’s up for reelection.”
“I think he is,” said Gibbs.
“Yea, how did I know that?”
“You know I don’t have any control over…”
“I know you don’t. That’s the problem.”
Gibbs became quiet.
“So, for now, let me read how it’s to go. We are off the thing. Am I right?”
“Frank, I…”
“Never mind, Gibbs, I understand.”
Frank hung up the phone. He had told Gibbs there were a couple of problems, but Gibbs never asked what was the second. The second was Lynn Powell and her son who had just been placed in Limbo somewhere between a United States Senator interested in protecting his own reelection and a television evangelist interested in protecting his own scheme.
When Frank woke up he phoned Father Bill and arranged to have coffee. At nine o’clock they met at Bertie’s.
“Why do I know this is bad news, Frank?” asked Bill.
“I guess because that’s all that has come out of this whole Billy Taylor affair.”
“So it is bad news?”
“Oh yes, some senator has begun an investigation on the whole TV evangelist crowd.”
“So, what’s that got to do with us?”
“A lot. They’re afraid if we do anything it may compromise their entire plan.”
“What plan?”
“I don’t know. They didn’t say.” Frank had said nothing because he knew noting, but deep down he doubted that Senator Booth had the first plan other than to make some noise and get reelected.”
“That’s all well and good, Frank, but meanwhile Lynn Powell is still in the middle of that cult and wants out. What do I tell her?”
“Bill, the man hasn’t broken any laws. He may be in some sort of conspiracy to extort funds, but I don’t know that. I can’t prove that. I don’t know what to tell you.”
Father Bill nodded his head. “Okay, I understand. Thanks anyway, Frank, see you at Mass Sunday.”
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