“So, you’re not saying all preachers are crooks?” asked Bill with his eyebrows raised and a slight smile.
“No, Holy Man, I’m not saying all you preachers are crooks. It would be a sad world if they were. I’m just saying—Okay, I’m a cop and money wise, I get by. But what if it got out that I sometimes would… shall we say, look the other way, for a fee.”
“You mean become a dirty cop?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. You don’t think I’d make more money?”
“Oh yea,” answered Father Bill. “A whole lot more.”
“Same thing… dirty cop, dirty preacher.”
Bill nodded his head. “I see what you’re saying.”
“You asked what would be the next step?” I don’t know. That will be up to Taylor. You’re talking about for Lynn Powell.”
Father Bill nodded his head.
“When he gets served, his first call is going to be to the other TV evangelists. That, I will bet. They will circle the wagons. They’ve done it before. He won’t stand out there alone. But…, as far as Lynn… she is a threat. He’ll see her as that. Her and that boy… I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
Bill stared directly at him.
“But for now, we have no hint that Taylor knows where she is. The best place for her is exactly where she is.
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