Frank watched Bill walk out of the restaurant. He knew that Bill never gave up that easily. When they were kids stealing apples off Mr. William’s cart, with Bill, one apple wasn’t enough. He would steal two. When they were eleven years old stealing cars, a Chevy wasn’t good enough for Bill, though his feet could barely touch the pedals, it had to be a Caddy. He didn’t give up when they were children, he wouldn’t give up now. Frank had to wonder, what did that priest have on his mind?
When two days had passed and Frank had heard nothing, he became even more concerned and called Father Bill.
“He’s not here, Sir. I think he went to the mall.”
It was Father Bill’s housekeeper.
“Miss Emma, Father Bill hates the Mall. Why would…”
Frank dropped the phone and ran out the door. Bill simply did not go shopping. If he ever did go shopping it was either uptown or at the drug store near the church, never at the mall.
Bill was meeting Lynn, thought Frank. Though he hated the mall, it was the perfect place, it was crowded and there were few places he could be cornered.
As Frank entered the mall parking lot, he saw that he had been right. He saw Bill’s Caprice near the center of the parking lot and five or six rows away was Bill running toward the car with a lady and small boy… Lynn and her son. Several rows of cars further away there were two men in suits running after the three.
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