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of a sidewalk evangelist, "you've disappointed the Almighty."

His eyes rounded largely, then closed to mere slits.

"I warn you, the Lord will not tolerate being mocked."

She nervously moistened her lips and glanced around, hoping

to see some avenue of escape, though she didn't know

what form it might take. "I haven't meant to offend you or

God," she said, feeling foolish for even making such a statement.

"You haven't locked the iniquitous behind bars yet."

"I haven't found any reason to. My investigation isn't

complete. And just to set the record straight, Reverend Plummet,

I didn't come here to lock anybody behind bars."

"You're being too soft on the ungodly."

"If by that you mean that I've approached this investigation

impartially, then yes, I have."

"I saw you this morning fraternizing with that son of the

devil."

His maniacal eyes were arresting, if repellent. She caught

herself staring into them. "You mean Reede?"

He made a hissing sound, as though the very name conjured

up an evil spirit that must be warded off. "Don't be taken

in by his wily devices."

"I assure you, I'm not."

He came a step closer. "The devil knows where women

are weak. He uses their soft, vulnerable bodies as channels

for his evil powers. They're tainted, and must be cleansed

by a regular outpouring of blood."

He isn't only nutty, he's sick, Alex thought in horror.

He slapped his hand upon his Bible, causing Alex to jump.

Raising his index finger into the air, he shouted, "Resist all

temptation, daughter! I command every lascivious impulse

to desert your heart and mind and body. Now," he bellowed.

He slumped, as though the exorcism had totally drained

him of energy. Alex stood transfixed by disbelief. Coming

to her senses, she glanced around uneasily, hoping that no



one had witnessed this madness and her unwitting involvement

in it.

"As far as I know, I have no lascivious impulses. Now,

I must go. I'm late." She stepped off the curb despite the

fact that the traffic light was flashing instructions not to walk.

"God is counting on you. He's impatient. If you betray

his trust--"

"Yes, well, I'll try harder. Goodbye."

He lunged off the curb and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"God bless you, daughter. God bless you and your holy

mission." Clasping her hand, he pressed a cheaply printed

pamphlet into it.

"Thank you."

Alex worked her hand free and jogged across the street,

quickly putting two lanes of traffic between her and the

preacher. She trotted up the steps and barreled through the

courthouse doors.

Glancing over her shoulder to see if Plummet had followed

her, she ran right into Reede.

He caught her against his chest. "What the hell's the matter

with you? Where have you been?"

She wanted to lean against him, feel his protective strength,

until her heart stopped racing, but didn't allow herself the

luxury. "Nowhere. I mean, I went out. To lunch. At the,

uh, the B & B. I walked."

He studied her, taking in her windblown hair and ruddy

cheeks. "What's that?" He nodded down at the pamphlet

she was clutching in her white-knuckled hand.

' 'Nothing.'' She tried to stuff it into the pocket of her coat.

Reede snatched it out of her hand. He scanned the cover,

flipped it open, and read the message heralding doomsday.

"You into this?"

"Of course not. A sidewalk preacher handed it to me. You

really should devote some attention to clearing the panhandlers

off your city's streets, Sheriff," she said haughtily.

"They're a nuisance."

She stepped around him and continued downstairs.



Twenty-two





Nora Gail sat up and retrieved the filmy garment she'd worn

into the room.



"Thanks," Reede said to her.



She gave him a reproving glance over her milky-white

shoulder. Drolly she replied, "How romantic." After shoving

her arms through the ruffled sleeves of the peignoir, she left

the bed and moved toward the door. "I've got to go check

on things, but I'll be back, and we can talk." Patting her

beehive hairdo, she left the room.



Reede watched her go. Her body was compact now, but in a

few years it would go to fat. The large breasts would sag. Her

oversized nipples would look grotesque without any muscle

tone supporting them. Her smooth, slightly convex belly

would become spongy. Her thighs and ass would dimple.



Even though they were friends, he hated her at the moment.

He hated himself more. He hated the physical necessity that

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