Her brain shifted and collated the facts as she remembered them. Agnes had been home with the moving men at the time of the accident. Asa had been at his makeshift temple or whatever it was where he preached, and there had been witnesses. That had to mean whatever their secret was, it had nothing to do with the accident.

Maybe it had to do with Lola Jor Dan. “Are you and your husband fans of Lola’s?”

Asa Jordan’s wheelchair whirled around so fast, Myrna thought he was going to smash it into his wife. “No, we are not fans. My wife and I do not approve of my mother’s lifestyle. Six marriages is ungodly. A man takes one wife for better or worse, and you live your life,” the ex-preacher snarled.

Aha. “But, Mr. Jordan, your mother didn’t divorce her six husbands, they died of natural causes. Surely that makes a difference.”

“You take one man for your life’s partner. You grow old together and forgive each other’s sins. Isn’t that right, Agnes?”

Instead of speaking, Agnes nodded. A second later she was on her feet pouring coffee into her cup. She carefully avoided looking at her husband.

“I guess that means you consider your mother a sinner to end all sinners. Can we quote you on that?”

“No,” Agnes said.

“Yes,” Asa said.

Out of the corner of her eye, Myrna could see Larry shrug.

“If you had made it big like some of the other televangelists, do you think that would have changed your thinking, or possibly changed your relationship with your mother?” Larry asked pointedly.

“My mother wanted no part of my faith,” Asa said bitterly. “She could have helped me along the way, but she chose to ignore me and God.”

“What about Cady. Did she embrace your faith?”

“She did until my mother got hold of her. When she came back to us, she wasn’t the same. She had ideas, plans, and wanted to do things we didn’t approve of. We had to keep a tight rein on her. She was a bad seed just like her…”

“Just like who, Mr. Jordan?” Myrna said, pouncing on his unfinished sentence.

“Just like all sinners.” The wheelchair whirled around again until the preacher was once more facing Larry.

Myrna looked up at Agnes Jordan and was stunned to see tears in her eyes. She was shaking from head to toe. She threw her head back, and shouted. “Say it, Asa! Go on, say it! Tell these people our dirty secret! I can’t take this anymore. I’m leaving. Cady called me yesterday and invited me to live with her. I hate you! Do you hear me, I hate you! I’ve always hated you!”

“Shut your mouth, Agnes. You need to repent. Get down on your knees and repent. Do it now, woman, or you will burn in hell with all the other sinners!” Asa bellowed as he turned the chair he was sitting in so that he could face her.