His blood simmered whenever he saw their Lincoln driving around town. They sat in the diner, munching burgers and coming out to sit on the hood of their car and eat creemies, just watching people pass. Brother Peterson refused to serve them at first and Brother Wentworth at the gas station wouldn’t pump their gas, until Abraham intervened and told the town to cooperate. But his blood simmered when he saw Agent Krantz smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk near the chapel. Worse was when they came to the house. He’d been forced to sit with them in his den, while they subjected him to an array of tedious interviews. Agent Fayer had grilled him again last night, reminded him of his promises to the federal prosecutors during the last investigation. She was LDS—Salt Lake Mormon—and with her Mormon background knew all the right questions to ask. Did you know Caleb Kimball? When was the last time you saw him? Has he had any contact with his father in prison? How about Taylor Junior, know anything about him?
