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ing before, he certainly was now. What was all this nonsense about a tiger? |
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"He says the same thing to all his victims," Chris blurted, his voice hoarse and choked. "He said those words to me once. Eighteen years ago on a dark street." D.J. turned her rapt gaze away from the gun pointed at her head and stared at Chris in amazement. This entire mess had gotten way too complicated. She needed a map to understand all the implications. |
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He didn't look at her. Instead he stared at Rich, undiluted rage on his face. "He said the same words right after he shot my parents in cold blood and then turned his gun on me." |
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Josie could barely hear what was being said between D.J., Christian, and Rich, but what she could hear she didn't like. Ever since she'd been yanked back to heaven, her knowledge of D.J.'s world had been steadily fading. |
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Someone placed a hand on her shoulder. |
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"Mama, I've got to go down there and" Josie broke off at the sight of Raphael. Her mother, and the others who had been attending the orientation class, had all disappeared. |
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Josie straightened and looked the archangel straight in the eye. "And help her, that's what. There's a maniac with a gun down there. He's going to kill them both. I don't plan to let my daughter get murdered because that's part of her life lesson. I won't!" |
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