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death.”
    â€œYou’re talking nonsense, and I don’t want to participate in this conversation with you.” Percy stood from the sofa and walked to the door. “I won’t have this conversation with you again,” he calmly said over his shoulder. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
    â€œDon’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”
    â€œThere’s nothing more to discuss.”
    â€œThis isn’t over, Percy. I’m going to make you pastor even if it kills you.”
    Percy froze when he heard those words. “Don’t say that, Cynthia.”
    â€œI mean it, Percy. I’m going to be man enough for both of us. I am going to make you the pastor of New Testament Cathedral, and I don’t care who gets hurt in the process . . . even you.”
    Rage began to percolate from deep within Percy’s gut. He turned sharply to face her where she still sat on the sofa. “I’m warning you, Cynthia. Stop this nonsense right now. Enough people have been hurt by you already. Haven’t you done enough damage?”
    â€œYou don’t know the half of what I’m capable of, Percy Pryce. But you will soon see.”
    With a sudden burst of anger, Percy charged toward the sofa. Cynthia did not flinch as the hulking man grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet.
    â€œWhat are you talking about? What are you planning, Cynthia?”
    â€œNone of your business. Just prepare yourself for center stage. And while you’re at it, maybe . . . just maybe you could grow some balls.”
    Percy released his tight grip on her arm and unleashed a violent slap across Cynthia’s left cheek. The blow sent her flying headfirst into the leather sofa. Her burnt-caramel hair splashed over her face.
    Cynthia looked up at the panting man and calmly said, “What a big man. You can stand up to me, but you bend over and let her screw you.”
    The words caused Percy to lunge toward her crumpled body. He delivered another slap across her cheek. “Shut up. Shut up, or I’ll . . .” He stopped short of leveling another violent blow.
    â€œOr you’ll what?” Cynthia demanded. “Kill me? Kill me like you killed Lance Savage?”
    Percy froze when he heard the words. Startled, he looked at the screaming woman beneath him.
    â€œLooks like I struck a nerve.” She laughed. “I thought you had something to do with his death, and now the stupid expression on your face confirms it. You killed him, didn’t you? And all to protect those ungrateful Cleavelands.”
    Percy rolled off Samantha and fell to the floor with a massive thud.
    â€œAdmit it,” she said calmly, now looking down at him. “You killed him to stop the story about his disgusting affair from running.”
    Percy just sat there, silent and dazed. The leather, chrome, and glass room began to spin.
    â€œYou killed that reporter for nothing. Hezekiah was dead the next day. If you hadn’t gotten involved, the story would have run. You ruined all my plans just because you were too afraid to be pastor.”
    Hearing the words caused Percy to weep. “Stop. Please stop.”
    â€œYour loyalty to those people caused you to take another man’s life. Don’t you see how insidious they are? How evil they are?”
    â€œPlease, I’m begging you to stop talking,” he cried out, cradling his head in his hands.
    â€œThey made you do it. Can’t you see that? If it wasn’t for them, Lance Savage would still be alive. It’s their fault, not yours.”
    Cynthia kneeled down next to the crumpled man. She pulled his head to her chest and lovingly stroked his hair while he cried uncontrollably into her bosom.
    â€œShhh, baby,” she gently whispered into his ear. “It’s not your fault. It’s all right.”
    â€œI killed him,” Percy blubbered. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”
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