GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

WHATEVER ONE SOWS

Keith sat on a bench in the vast hallway across from the payment booth and tapped his fingers lightly on the arm of the bench. He was seething to say the least, he'd had to call in a lot of favors to get Patrice released on a weekend. He saved favors like a miser and now he was in a deficit with some very important people.

He'd had no choice but to get some strings pulled. She'd gone through his law firm's answering service by telling them it was an emergency call. Of course, once they heard the name Hightower they'd immediately patched her through to his personal cell phone. He'd tried to keep their phone conversation short and just told her he would get her out. She was upset and he knew if he didn't do as asked that she'd threaten him with things he didn't want the public to know not to mention it would all be recorded for review later.

The only thing that he allowed her to tell him is where she was and why she was there he needed to know how serious were the charges. He couldn't go to his colleagues and ask for a favor to get a murderer out of jail. The charges were serious, but he could work with them. She didn't have a history of violence and she was a pastor's wife so that played a part in convincing people that this was all just a big misunderstanding.

He'd been waiting for almost two hours for the release documents to be processed. She'd been released under him pending a hearing on Monday morning. He was responsible for her until then and how he dreaded that fact.

He'd never allowed women to come to his apartment and now there would be one living with him over a whole weekend. Keith banged his head on the wall behind the bench and wished he'd never gotten into this type of situation with Patrice. If he'd just kept his dick in his pants he could have ignored her request by simply stating a conflict of interest. He represented her husband and the church, not her would have ended the conversation. But considering their sorted past, he could only comply.

Keith's head snapped up and he looked in the direction of the loud slam of a door. He blinked and then blinked again, he didn't recognize this woman at the end of the hall. She was Patrice's height, but her appearance was atrocious.

Her hair was the first thing that caught his eye the thick, shiny auburn strands were now coiled tightly and looked matted and tangled. Next her clothes, what was she wearing? The gray sweat pants were at least two sized too big and her top half was covered with a shirt with bold black lettering that stated "Property of Maricopa Prisions. His gaze finally landed on her feet that were clad in black three-inch stilettos and those were the only thing that really resembled Patrice.

Slowly Keith stood and walked toward her, when he arrived in front of her he grabbed both of her hands. "Are you okay?" He asked to show genuine concern.

Patrice didn't answer she just fell into his arms and sobbed on his shoulder. Keith wrapped her in his arms tightly and then ran a hand up and down the length of her back. He wanted to give her the time to compose herself. This woman in front of him was not the woman he'd been having an affair with for the past 3 weeks the woman in front of him was a broken shell of what she'd previously been. After her body stopped shuddering from sobs he pulled her out of the embrace. Curly hair uh? Keith tugged at a loose strand.

Patrice sniffled, wiped her eyes and then giggled. "Yeah, it's horrible. Thank you Keith, I really appreciate you coming to get me. Things are such a mess right now I had no one I could call I'm so sorry to have been a bother."

"No, no don't you worry about a thing ok? We have to be joined at the hip until Monday I hope that's okay."

"Yes, of course Keith anything to be out of this place."