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I forget what is so important that I have to leave Victory’s side, and then I remember that there is a dead pastor with a hefty payday in it for me. All I have to do is find any info that leads to the murderer of Pastor Cole.
    I cross the lobby and move past the receptionist desk toward the back of the hotel where the conference is being held. The closer I get to the conference room, the louder the voices I hear.
    â€œAnd as Pastor Cole liked to say, be aware of what season you’re in. There is a time for everything under the sun and recognize your season.”
    Every so often I am led to read the book of Ecclesiastes. The book can be real melancholy, especially when I used to read it with a fifth of Hennessey. Lately, I have been contemplating chapter three, that talks about seasons. I wonder if I have moved into a different season, and I haven’t realized it. Maybe I’m in a season to be out of the problem-solving business.
    As I walk along the back of the conference I notice that there are less than a thousand people in attendance. That is rather small for an international conference. Only a thousand people at an international conference means something’s afoot. I see Pastor Bryant on the side of the stage, and I can tell he’s distracted, but if he thinks that he’s been having a long day, his day is about to get longer.
    I don’t get any of the ushers’ attention until I start walking up toward the stage to where Pastor Bryant and the other ministers sit. An usher walks toward me and meets me midway down the aisle.
    â€œCan I help you?” One of the ushers holds up his hands to prevent me from going any farther.
    If I was a cop I would break the usher’s wrist and keep moving. However, I realize a more subtle approach is required. I look beyond the usher’s shoulder and make eye contact with Pastor Bryant. I mouth to him, “We need to talk.”
    Pastor Bryant gets up and walks down the side of the podium. As soon as he gets down, his armor bearers meet him, but Pastor Bryant waves them off. I join Pastor Bryant on the ground floor and walk alongside the conference toward the exit.
    We walk down a long hallway that leads to the office he took me to the first time we met. I walk into the office after Pastor Bryant opens the door. He turns on a light to a quaint office with a minirefrigerator on the inside of it.
    â€œYou must have some information for me seeing that you’re here,” Pastor Bryant says as he opens the refrigerator door.
    â€œWho is Demetrius?” I ask.
    â€œI never heard of him. What does he have to do with this?”
    Judging by his body language, I can tell that Pastor Bryant is telling the truth. He doesn’t know Demetrius, which narrows the list of people who I suspect informed Demetrius about me.
    â€œIs that what you came over here to ask? That’s most disappointing, Minister Dungy. I was told that you can be quite resourceful.”
    I don’t respond well to criticism, but there is a larger problem looming. “Let’s just say that I met Demetrius last night, and he’s not the kind of guy you would want to be alone with in a room.”
    â€œReally?” Pastor Bryant seems unfazed by my statement. Instead, he starts checking his cell phone, and, I assume, texting.
    There is a glass crystal ball on the desk. It’s the size of a baseball, and it appears to be a replica of the globe. I pick up the ball from the mantle and toss it in my hands a couple of times before I hurl it past Pastor Bryant’s head, and it shatters against the wall.
    â€œAre you out of your mind!”
    â€œAre you out of your mind? There’s a guy who threatened me less than a few hours after I met with Pastor Cole’s kid, and you don’t even know who he is?”
    â€œI don’t know him. What else do you want me to tell you? Pastor Cole started hanging around some shady characters, and I had to start