The first crash could have happened to anybody, but the second accident that one had people

talking.

We had a couple calls, I think, for people who had their suspicions.

Same driver, a popular preacher, same passenger, a wealthy farmer, but this time he was dead.

I knew instantly that it was murder.

Murder?

Committed by a man of God?

Why?

I can't find a motive, I really can't.

But maybe someone else could.

They had come to realize there were some funny stuff going on with the money.

Money, mystery, and murder.

Evil is not that sophisticated, evil is not that smart, and Doug Porter was an evil man.

Two lives, God in a deadly current.

He took them down to the river, and one that ran past their farms in orchards that kept

the valley alive.

But today you're saying to the world that I'm not my first focus anymore, the Christy.

And there as the cleansing waters flowed around them, he baptized them in the name of the

father and the son and the Holy Spirit.

His fine, simple man, his charismatic preacher, Pastor Doug.

So here what they say, later, of course, the whispers, the arched eyebrows, the shock

that came with discovery, but not yet.

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