The Trinity Game

Daniel and his friend Pat Wahlquist stood over to one side, in the darkness behind the lights. She could just make out Daniel’s smile, and she nodded back at him.
    Trinity leaned forward, touched her knee. “I think Danny’s sweet on you,” he said. “You should give him another chance. You make a good couple.”
    “Tim, please,” said Daniel from out of the darkness.
    Julia suppressed a smile, cleared her throat. She inserted her earpiece and listened to the director in Atlanta.
    She nodded to Trinity and said, “We’re on after this break,” and shuffled through her index cards again, rearranging them, trying to clear her mind.
    Just another interview,
she told herself,
no big deal…
    Shooter said, “Quiet, everybody. We’re on in ten…” He held one hand up high.
    Through her earpiece, Julia listened to Anderson Cooper intro the segment. Cooper was saying, “Forget about Waldo, thequestion the entire world has been asking since Sunday is
Where is Reverend Tim Trinity?
Well, Julia Rothman of the
New Orleans Time-Picayune
found him, and he agreed to sit down with her for this live interview, exclusively on CNN. I, for one, can’t wait to hear what he has to say. Take it away, Julia.”
    OK, here we go…
    Shooter brought his hand down and pointed at her.
    “Thanks, Anderson,” she said, looking into the camera’s shiny black eye, thinking:
No big deal, just another interview...
“We’re in a motel in the New Orleans area with, as you say, the man
everyone
has been looking for.” She turned to Trinity. “Reverend Trinity, thank you for being with us tonight.”
    “My pleasure, Julia,” said Trinity. “Thanks for having me.”
    She’d already memorized her first five questions, didn’t even need to glance at the index card. She said, “Please tell us—”
    “Excuse me.” Trinity held up a hand. “Pardon me for interrupting. I’d like to make a statement.” He turned to face the camera. “On Thursday afternoon at one o’clock, I will be in front of Saint Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square. At that time, I will share with the world what I’ve just recently come to understand. I hope you’ll all join me. Thank you.” Trinity smiled at Julia and said, “Thanks again for having me.” He stood up, took the microphone off, and walked out the door. A second later, Pat followed after him.
    Julia glanced at Daniel as he shrugged a bewildered apology.
    She turned back to the camera, her cheeks burning.

W ithin an hour of the broadcast, Trinity’s Pilgrims were gathering in Jackson Square. Within two hours they were crowding out the tourists and pissing off the merchants.
    According to news reports, the pilgrims had left a wake of destruction in Atlanta, and nobody wanted a repeat performance in New Orleans. At midnight the mayor gave the order, and the NOPD sent cops in on foot and on horseback to disperse the crowd with as much force as necessary. Which they did. A few hippies bloodied, a couple of bikers pepper-sprayed, but no serious injuries.
    The crowd pulled back to the tent city that was now filling Louis Armstrong Park, and to Lafayette Square and Lee Circle, which were soon teeming.
    At nine o’clock the next morning, twenty-eight hours before Trinity was scheduled to give his speech, the mayor made a statement to the press: Reverend Tim Trinity did not have an event permit and would not be allowed to hold a rally in or near the Vieux Carré. If Reverend Trinity wished to apply for a permit, he was free to do so, but it would not be approved by the following day, and there was no guarantee it would be approved at all. The NOPD and the Orleans Parish Sheriff’s Office were putting all available officers on double shifts until further notice.
    This did not go down well with Trinity’s Pilgrims, and the scene in the parks was starting to look more like protest than pilgrimage.
    Still they kept coming. By late morning Audubon Park was starting to fill up. At noon, the mayor’s office announced that a press conference would be held at three p.m.
    The press conference took place at four. This time the mayor was joined by the city police commissioner, parish sheriff, the governor, and United States Senator Paul Guyot. Senator Guyot spoke for the group while the mayor stood in the background looking like he’d swallowed a handful of nails.
    Senator Guyot said he was delighted to announce that an agreement had been reached between federal, state, and local governments, allowing