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    Tina, Chapter 14

    Story written on February 20, 2005 by perfection.
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    Tina waits for Bette to come out of surrgery.

    Thank you, I say to the empty doorway. I turn back to the room and continue surveying my surroundings. The windows afford a view of downtown to the southeastand a sliver of the ocean through buildings to the southwest. The glaring sun is dimmed by the tint on the panes of glass. On a chair opposite the sofa is a man dressed in black. He looks up at me and stands. A small white square on his neck catches my eye. This mana priest, Bettes words ring in my ears. Is this HER priestthe one she told me about? It cant be.how would he have known? Just as he passes the last chair and turns toward mesomeone approaches from behind.

    Andrew Bishop? The voice from behind me comes from a tall man. He has authority in his voice. The priest reacts immediately.

    Yes, thats me, he answers.

    Father Bishop, Im Detective Holtz from the LAPD. I work in the West Hollywood division of the Hate Crimes Task Force*. The tall mystery man explained his identity to the priest. Why would a police detective need to speak with this priest? And is he the priest Bette was telling me about? No, he cant be. Los Angeles is a big city. There are numerous churches that have several priests each hes just here to visit one of his parishioners. Father, I understand you were witness to the shooting. The detective began his line of questioning.

    Yes, Ms. Porter was with me at the rectory of St. James Church. She comes to me for advice sometimes. Ms. Porter! He DOES know Bette.

    Uh, excuse me, I interrupt their conversation.

    Yes, the detective is first to respondhis body language is a bit standoffish.

    I couldnt help but overhear, I turn to the priest. You mentioned Ms. Porter?

    Excuse me, maam, the detective cautions me, this is a police matter. I cant allow you to continue questioning a witness to a crime.

    Wait Father Bishop tells the detective. Youre Tina, arent you? He knows my name. Bette must have talked about me.

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    2. Well well. Miss Perfection, I see you have definately been putting alot of time and effort into this story, and it is brilliant. I hope Tina is prepared for what she is going to see.

    8. You are doing such a great job on this story. Most cities do have A HATE CRIME UNIT. Some small town dont so the use the next lagest city. Hope Tina doesnt freak out when she see Bette. It can look pretty bad.in the beginning. thanks.

    11. i dont understand allyour laws and all or the medical talk very muchbut i would really like to send Bette a beautiful flower arrangement and a get well card!!

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