her. Look her up and see what she might know.â
So Pastor Cole had a daughter that the world didnât know about. Every man has his vices, and every man has his secrets.
âAnd before I forget,â Bryant goes into his jacket and hands me an envelope. âMake sure you hand this to her. I would do it myself, but since youâre going to see her first . . .â
More than likely there is a check on the inside of this envelope. The question is, is this check for a grieving daughter, or is this hush money?
âOkay, I will probably start there and ask her a few questions.â
Pastor Bryant shakes my hand before he heads toward the door.
âWhat are you going to do?â I ask.
âThe conference must go on. The devil canât win.â
Heâs right; the devil canât win, but to continue with a conference in the midst of Pastor Coleâs death is bad form.
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I thought about Pastor Bryantâs words on the flight home. I arrive at Adeleâs place to hear her engage in a playful conversation. I donât want to be rude and not say anything so I go into the kitchen and there in the middle of the living room is Victory. Victory has finally arrived, and her timing couldnât have been worse.
Chapter Four
Victoryâs hair looks like itâs been kissed by fire. Her hair is also stringy like I remember. She wears a cream sundress that fits her slim frame to a tee, and the scent of cucumber melon permeates from her skin. In short, Victoryâs presence is both refreshing and breathtaking.
âBoy, if you donât pick your mouth up off my floor, Iâm going to kick it closed,â Adele says.
Victory covers up her mouth in laughter to avoid adding to the embarrassment that Adeleâs comments causes. But she doesnât have to cover up for my sake; I love to see her smile, even at my own expense.
âYou look good, Nic,â Victory says.
Iâm glad I donât look the way that I feel. âThank you. Youâre beautiful, as always.â
âLord Jesus, gets this boy some game. I swear!â Adele says.
Victory tries to cover up her laughter again, but canât. I understand Adele is quite a character.
âIâve been comparing notes with Adele,â Victory says.
âHopefully, she hasnât been beating me up too bad,â I reply.
âNo, but I did tell her how youâve been out here watching the planes as they come in like Tattoo on Fantasy Island . It was starting to get embarrassing, if you ask me.â
Now that statement is a blow to my ego. Whatever swagger points I earned while in Sacramento has just been lost in a matter of seconds. Adele sits there and dares me to challenge her on her accusations. Of course, I have a weak defense, so I must continue to take the blows.
âSorry to keep you waiting. I didnât know I was in such high demand,â Victory says.
âYou have no idea,â Adele states.
âExcuse me,â I say to Adele, and I extend my hand to Victory. She takes my hand and grabs her purse. Victory leaves her suitcase behind and follows me. Out of my peripheral vision, I can see that Adele wants to protest, but she decides to just let us go. Iâm sure Adele will have plenty of time to compare notes with Victory, but since I arrived at this island, I couldnât wait for Victory to show up so that we can walk along the sand. I wonder if she will get the same pleasure from feeling the warm sand between her toes.
âI didnât think youâd come,â I say.
âI mustâve thought about getting on that plane a million times, but I didnât.â Victory takes her sandals off and holds them in her free hand.
âAre you going to spare me the suspense?â
âI donât know. I guess since things went well in Sacramento, I thought that it might be better to leave it be. You know how they say some people come into your life for