“Damn, I give up!” he growled. He had no other choice; he would take care of the family while Paul went on his mission.
Soon he reached the police station and walked in to find Raymond sitting at his desk, sticking letters on a huge piece of paper. It looked like a giant puzzle.
“Is this a 15,000-piece puzzle?” John smiled maliciously. Raymond’s hands stopped moving.
“No. Thank heaven it could be only six hundred. If you’re here you can join in.”
“Is this coming from the scene of the mystical B.A.?”
“Yes. These are the sentences cut out from the multilingual Bibles. The problem is that somebody not only cut out each verse, but he slashed them into small ribbons. Sometimes he even cut the characters in two.”
“Why don’t you leave that to the Purple Legend, the station’s blessed super c
