“Angel Mel, make haste!” Angel Rachel rushes into the office of her close friend. “We have an unforeseen emergency unfolding. Come quickly.”
The angel in question, in a purple and orange Hawaiian shirt, is busy scribbling in one of his endless screenplays at his desk. “What on Earth is the matter?” He slams his notebook shut and heads for the door.
“I’ll explain on the way to the Sacred Telescope,” she tells him, grabbing his hand. Marching him across the great park outside his office and down the road to the path that leads along the cliff, she explains, “It’s Bessie’s sister, Leila. She’s gone and got herself kidn*pped by the shooter.”
“John Mafuso? How did she get involved? Isn’t this Jason’s mission? To assist everyone with all this violence that’s going on in Ravenspond?” He hustle
