giving talks at libraries? Guess where those guys been showinâ up for the last couple of years. Homeless shelters! The welfare office! Even the court house! It ainât always too hard to convince some woman that if she moves to Purity her nutty ex-boyfriend wonât find her and beat her up again. And it ainât hard to convince others theyâll find true love at Purity, either. By the time they find out itâs all a big lie, theyâve been cut off from everybody they know and theyâve got new babies they canât bear leavinâ behind.â
Leo put a restraining hand on her arm. âHon, we can talk about this until Doomsday, but I doubt if itâs going to make any difference to Lena. Sheâs seems pretty focused on her own assignment, not donning a suit of armor to join our little crusade.â
Aptly put. So aptly, in fact, that I found myself wondering how the rough-cut Virginia had wound up with the much smoother Leo. But when I studied her face more closely, I saw the remnants of considerable beauty. That explained everything. Educated men like Leo had married uneducated beauties before, and would again.
âIâm no Joan of Arc, thatâs for sure.â I offered an apologetic smile.
Saul looked at me. âDonât say that yet.â Then he transferred his glance to Virginia. âSeems like a good time to ask her, donât you think?â
Virginia nodded. âIâd say so.â
Saul chuckled with the rusty sound of someone who hadnât laughed in a long time, then astounded me by leaving his chair and getting down on his knees. âWell, Miss Private Detective, seeing as how you look to be of child-bearing age, howâd you like to come and live with me in my little honeymoon cottage at Purity?â
I opened my mouth but no sound came out.
âOf course, weâll have to get married before we get there, otherwise our new Prophet Davis might want to snatch you up for himself. He likes tall, skinny blonds. In fact, all six of his wives are blonds! So how about it, Lena? If youâre worried about Ruby, well, she wonât mind me dragging home another wife. She was born in Purity and knows that sharing a husband is her God-ordained duty.â
My voice faltered. âI donât think, I donât thinkâ¦â I looked at Virginia for help, but sheâd hidden her mouth behind her hands. Those sad eyes were laughing, though.
Leo rescued me. âLena, posing as Saulâs new wife is the perfect way to smuggle you into the compound. You canât find out who murdered Prophet Solomon if you donât talk to the people involved. And the only way to do that is to go to Purity.â
Now that Iâd recovered from my initial shock, I realized the plan made sense. Yes, Saul might have his own reason for wanting Solomon dead, but that didnât matter to me. Pretend-marrying him would certainly bring me up close and personal with all the other people who had motives, too. I did see one weakness in the plan, however.
âLetâs say, just for argumentâs sake, that I do this. How would you explain me to the others? Would you tell them I was some sort of mail-order bride? Frankly, I canât imagine anyone with half a brain believing that.â
Saul rose from his knees and returned to his chair. After taking a couple of more bites of peach cobbler, he told me heâd already figured that out.
He had been away from the compound for several days, supposedly on a trip to Salt Lake to visit one of his daughters, but in actuality, heâd been conferring with his attorney in Zion City. When he returned to Purity with a new wife, he would simply explain weâd been introduced by an acquaintance who ran a shelter for battered women, and that Iâd leapt at the chance to have a permanent roof over my head while at the same time getting far, far away from the crackhead boyfriend whoâd threatened to