The interrogator placed her stylus back down. “So you consider her a menace.”
“Absolutely. She needs to be put down before God will restore blessings and oil back on this nation.” The Reverend sat back in his chair, lips curled up smugly.
“Thank you, Reverend, for your honesty. I must ask, though, if she ever did anything evil in your sight. Who was her volleyball coach in middle school? Was there a responsible adult protecting the normal ladies at school?”
He looked to his feet. “Coach Jones was in charge, but everyone knew he was smitten with her athleticism. Just another of Satan’s tools. There’s no telling how many poor young people’s souls were lost to her at that school. The school board didn’t listen to me when I tried to tell them that she was a demon, and my marches around the school were eventually barred.” He shook his head. “I suppose I should have told you this wasn’t the first time I’ve been in prison on account of that monster. It’s a shame, what she’s done to me. A real shame.”
“Yes, Reverend,” the interrogator said. “But thank you none the less for your help. You’re obviously not the kind of person we need to hold here.”
A smile and brief nod from Hinkley. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you. May God have mercy on your soul.”
She stood and ushered Reverend Hinkley to the door, encouraging him to walk out into the waiting hands of the guards.