“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should get ready. Fuller’s coming over here, and you and I are going to have a talk with him.”

“Why? You have more information about me you want to sell him?”

“No. Because I want to destroy him as much as you. And we can.”

“How?” Kingsley asked.

Sam reached into a bag at her feet and pulled something out.

“You were right, King.” She held up a VHS videotape and smiled. “There’s always something. And I found it.”

38

SAM DIDN’T TELL Kingsley anything else, and it was the greatest test of his faith not to press her into spilling all her secrets. Instead, she marched right to his office as if she owned it, turned on the television and put the tape in the VCR. She didn’t hit Play.

“You’re not going to talk to me?” Kingsley asked her. “You’re not going to explain yourself?”

“The tape will explain it,” Sam said. “And you have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to do anything but die and pay taxes, and I think I’ve found a way around the second one.”

“Please, King. Let me do this for you. You did so much for me.”

“You get one chance,” he said. “One.”

“One is all I need. I promise. I won’t let you down again.”

Before Kingsley could ask another question, Blaise opened the door and ushered Reverend Fuller inside. She shut the door behind him and made herself scarce. He didn’t blame her.

“What’s this about?” Fuller asked. He had on a suit and tie and looked as pastoral as Kingsley had ever seen him. “I was told you had something for me, Mr. Edge. Something I needed to see.”

“Don’t ask me,” Kingsley said, knowing Fuller expected Kingsley to attempt to bribe him. Fuller likely had a wire on right now, recording everything. “I don’t know anything. Ask her.”

Reverend Fuller looked her up and down.

“You called me, didn’t you?” Fuller asked. “Have we met?”

“Nope,” she said. “But your wife and I have.”

“You know my wife? How?” Fuller asked, warily.

Sam picked up the remote control.

“Close your eyes, King,” Sam said.

Although he didn’t want to, Kingsley did as ordered. And as soon as his eyes were closed, Sam must have hit the Play button because the next sound he heard was a woman—not Sam—having an orgasm.

Kingsley burst into laughter. He should have known.

“Turn that filth off,” Fuller demanded.

“Filth?” Sam repeated. “That’s your wife. And me. We aren’t filthy. We’d just gotten out of the shower. She loves showering with me.”

“Turn it off.”

Sam hit the stop button. Kingsley opened his eyes. He would have kissed the girl, but he decided to save that for later.

“You seduced my wife and videotaped it?” Fuller asked, his hands curling into angry fists.

“Someone sent a goon to my apartment offering me money to rat on Kingsley. I asked to meet who Mr. Goon was working for. Turns out it was your wife. We had a nice long talk about you and her.”

“You fucked Lucy Fuller,” Kingsley said, still laughing. “You and your fetish for straight girls.”

“Straight girls? Not this time,” Sam said. “Lucy Fuller’s a lesbian.”

“My wife is not a lesbian.”

“And yet you two haven’t had sex in ten years,” Sam said.

“She told you that?” Fuller asked, horror-stricken.

“Ten years?” Kingsley said. “I barely made it ten days. How do you do it?”

“Lucy says he masturbates all the time. She showed me his porn collection. He confiscated dirty mags from the kids at his church and keeps them for himself.”

“You bitch, how dare you—”

Kingsley took a threatening step forward. Fuller’s face was red, his jaw clenched. He looked like a man on the verge of a meltdown. Kingsley loved it.

“Watch your language,” Kingsley said. “There are ladies present.” He turned around and looked at Sam. “How did you know?”

“That night in your bed when I told you about me and Faith at camp...I hadn’t thought about that in ten years. I didn’t want to think about it. But Faith had said something I hadn’t forgotten. She said she’d been sleeping with her youth pastor’s wife, and the husband had caught them in bed together. Wife gets to stay in the ministry. Faith got sent off to camp, to die. WTL runs the camps. I had a hunch—turns out I was right. Faith Spencer went to WTL’s first church. She was in your youth group,” Sam said to Fuller. “Your wife killed my friend.”

“Your friend killed herself.”

“It was the only way out for us. But not for your wife. She gets to live in luxury, raking in millions of dollars by telling women how to live their lives. She stands in your pulpit and calls us all demon-possessed sinners. And meanwhile, she’s sleeping with every little queer girl that crosses her path.”

“Lucy is a very ill woman.” Fuller lifted his chin. “I’m trying to get her help. But she is not a lesbian.”

“Want to watch the rest of the tape? She seems to think she’s a lesbian.”

“You burn that tape and you burn it right now.” Fuller marched over to the television.