“I’m really worried about Bessie. It’s been ages since we typed messages back and forth,” Angel Mel explains while he scurries alongside Angel Rachel across the magnificent gardens behind his office. “First the shooting, then she became so busy with her schoolwork, then hospital volunteering, then—”
“Her handsome Danish fellow returns,” Angel Rachel grins at her friend.
“I’m not complaining. I just need to find out how she’s dealing with this latest dreadful development.”
“Her sister being kidn*pped by the shooter.” Angel Rachel puts a manicured hand on the huge back of his sunflower shirt. “Bessie must be terrified. Come on, let’s get to the Sacred Telescope as fast as we can.”
“You always know what to do.” Angel Mel stops to smile at her.
“Of course,” she teases him, trying to break
