Power Play by Warren Murphy

Author:Warren Murphy [Warren Murphy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Chiun (Fictitious character) --Fiction., Williams, Remo (Fictitious character) --Fiction.
ISBN: 9781035998791
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing

CHAPTER EIGHT

WHEN HE ARRIVED AT THE small suite of offices that housed Rev. Higbe Muckley’s operation, there was a sign on the inside door.

It read: Please Wait. Communing with God.

Inside the inner office, Muckley knelt alongside his secretary. They looked at a cross on the wall.

“Oh, God, their hearts were hardened and they do not hear our message,” Muckley said.

“Amen,” said his secretary, who kept her back very straight because she had a tendency to fall over when she leaned too far forward.

“Open their hearts to Your goodness, so they will receive our message of the glories of faith,” Muckley said. He reached his right hand around the back of his secretary and touched the side of her right breast, through the thin jersey material of her top.

“Amen,” she said.

“Why do evildoers persist in the land?” the Reverend Muckley asked the piece of plaster on the wall. He cupped her breast in his right hand and felt its soft weight. It sent a tingle up his right arm as it always did.

“Amen,” his secretary said. She leaned fractionally toward the right so all her breast could lay against Muckley’s palm. He kneaded the flesh.

“Help us get rid of Pruiss and evil, etcetera etcetera, etcetera and I’ll think of more later,” Muckley said.

“Amen,” the secretary said, as Muckley climbed on her.

“Don’t forget ‘Hallelujah,’ Sister Corinne,” Muckley said.

“First you got to give me a hallelujah, Reverend,” said his secretary.

“Ask and you shall receive,” said Muckley.

“Oh, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,” she said a few moments later.

The Reverend Higbe Muckley, ABD, ACD, BCE, and BED, was sitting behind his desk when his secretary ushered Will Bobbin into the inner office. The letters in his name meant nothing, except trifecta bets he had made and won at the race track in the last several years. His secretary paused in the doorway.

“Type those letters right up, Sister,” he said.

“Yes, Doctor,” she said. She winked at him, which Bobbin saw in the polished glass door of a wall-mounted bookcase.

He grinned at Muckley who cleared his throat and asked officiously, “Now what can I do for you, Brother Bobbin?”

Bobbin closed the office door.

“It’s what I can do for you, Reverend,” he said. He twisted the curl of hair over his right temple.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You’ve been bombing out,” Bobbin said. “You’ve been here a couple of days already and nothing but yawns.”

“It takes time to bring people to act against evil,” Muckley said.

“Hogwash,” Bobbin said. “You can’t get these people riled up against Pruiss because he’s cutting their taxes. That’s the truth and you know it and I know it so let’s not dawdle over that.”

Muckley shrugged. “What do you have in mind, Brother?”

“I’ve got something that’ll wake them up. Something more powerful than taxes. Something that’ll get these people steamed and marching, just to make sure Pruiss gets his butt out of town.”

“What would that be?” Muckley asked.

“More powerful than money,” Bobbin said. “Sex.”

Muckley looked up at him sharply.

“Picture this,” said Bobbin. “Proof that Pruiss isn’t out here for solar energy.

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