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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 64 of 307 Nice. I surreptitiously snapped a few still photos for good measure. They were no where near as telling as the video and audio but I tossed them in anyway. Neurotic Nephi felt broken on the drive home. I had spied. It was not fun. It was not clever or tricky or satisfying in any way. The only reason I did it was so that more of Steve's money would land in my bank account and I could, pay the rent. I could not justify my spying by saying that I was protecting my church from a bad apple. No matter how much my church claimed to hate what Ralph was doing, he was simply another product of my church. The video I was handing over to Steve would likely be viewed with awe and horror by Ralph/David's wife. She might get a quiet divorce claiming who knows what but it sure has heck would not be gaiety by any stretch of the imagination. And then it hit me as I was making the right turn from Highway 6 to southbound on Highway 89, as the great surveillance camera that stands on the corner there peered down on me menacingly: what if Mrs. Ralph was not the person who hired Steve? Steve said up front to me that he would never tell me who his clients were. There could in fact be no client at all. Steve could easily find out who the members of the seventy were. He could easily find out the names of all the Stake Presidents in. the world, and there are thousands of those. He could examine their |