“Neither did I, but I’m like you, I didn’t read every page.”
“There’s more. That’s why I asked you what they had asked Father Bill that night. The four people they called who had their accounts drafted by Jesus were all uneducated.”
“You mean high school drop outs?”
“No, I mean uneducated, second, third grade and like most of those people, they were devoutly religious.”
“So Taylor’s crowd knew exactly who they were targeting.”
“They knew exactly who they were targeting.”
“The DA has the file. If it’s in there, he can find it.”
“That’s the problem, it’s not in there. We need to talk to the Powell woman, but you never told me where she was.”
“Okay, no problem, Father Bill has her hidden away. I’ll call him and arrange for us to meet with her. Tomorrow at Birdie’s be okay? About ten o’clock?”
“That’ll be fine. I don’t want to mention Powell, because there is no such thing as a secret in Washington and if it gets out she has the file and where she is, she and the kid are dead.”
“I’ll agree. I’ll call Bill right now.”
Frank hung up the phone and immediately called Bill. He told Bill to arrange to pick up Lynn in the morning and bring her to Bertie’s. Bill said he would call the convent right away and arrange everything.”
In a matter of seconds, Franks’ phone rang.
“We got a problem.”
“Bill?”
“Yes. One of the nuns just told me that Lynn was in the common room watching television and when the news came on about the Billy Taylor investigation, she got up and left.”
“Left the room you mean?”
“No, left the convent, she and the boy. She left most of her stuff.”
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