Bob called Sarah that weekend, and she told him about the show. Within five hours the videotape was in his hands. It would have been sooner, but he had to wait until they finished editing it for Monday's show.
Something big was happening: the waitress who seemed to have the Bible memorized, the trick of the hands that didn't look like a trick, that moment when she defied everyone to see Jesus, and that close-up of his face. People were going to see Jesus all right, and that image was going to spread over TV like cancer, condensed to a six-second sound byte.
Thanks to his alertness, his attention to detail - in this case, Sarah - he was able to diagnose it at an early stage. If only he could have caught it before the TV show, but it was only now that he was able to get Donald's last name. And that was all he needed.