The hearings continued for the next few weeks. Witnesses from the ministries of the six preachers were brought to Washington and gave their testimony, but for the most part, except for the Christian community, few people even found the hearings newsworthy.
Then, on a Thursday afternoon, Frank’s phone rang. It was Carby Gibbs.
“You remember that file the Powell woman gave us?”
“Sure I do. What about it?”
“Didn’t I give it to the DA?”
“That’s what you said you were going to do.”
“Good.”
“Why?” asked Frank confused.
“Evidently, all hell just broke loose in Washington. You remember Taylor’s buddy, the other ex-con?”
“Yea, Parker, Clark Parker. He did time with Taylor in—“
“Yea, that’s him. Well, this afternoon, some attorney on that committee questioned Parker and must have made him crack. He got him to spill that they use those letters Lynn Powell showed us to try to get donations. The attorney went ballistic and demanded to see the file. Parker said the file was missing. He said they had searched all over for the file and had no idea where it could be. Did you read the file?”
“I did like you did, I glanced through the file. Everything in it looked fairly generic to me.”
“Did you read every page?”
“What? No. It was just form letters. I figured if you read one, you read them all.”
“Obviously, there was more in the file.”
“More?” questioned Frank surprised.
“Yes, a lot more. They also brought in some guy from Phoenix… Wait a minute, before I tell you about the guy from Phoenix, did Bill say anything about what they asked him the night he went onto the stage?”
“Yea, they asked him what he did for a living. I think he told them he was a carpenter or something.”
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