“No, kid, you’re the only one going home! I have things to do here.”
“No, but …”
“Don’t resist! Remember what happened last time you didn’t listen to me? They almost locked you up too. I have to get out of the officials’ crosshairs, because I’m sure they’ll be looking for me.”
“But the evidence I took … and the man who helped …”
“What man?” asked Paul, opening his eyes wide.
John stood there gaping; he didn’t understand what was happening. “That man who went in and brought you out just now.”
Paul smiled and lifted his hands towards the sky. “I thank you, Lord,” he said and embraced John. “Go, and do what I asked of you! Get Kisha to a safe place, and warn the children too.”
John nodded. He was confused, but he suspected that Paul’s invisible God had something to do with this. He cou
