Chapter TwentyTHE BIKER COP
“Guess the old folks weren't so wrong after all,” Drake said. He stroked his swollen face and hopped onto the Archangel Raphael's cloud from an adjoining cluster of stars. “Here we are in the afterlife just like Mom always said we'd be. Me and the woman biker cop.”
“You're beginning to tire me, son,” Raphael said. “You and your smushed-in face.”
“Can't help it. It's the way I died,” Drake said. He ran a hand over his bruised features.
“Why are you here in Paradise, anyhow?” Raphael asked. He applied holy oil to Drake's wounds. “I thought you were going to, you know… Hell. It was all I could do to save you.”
“Funny thing you say that. I thought so, too. But I'm here, wings and all.”
Drake flexed his sinewy shoulders from which sprouted magnificent pinions o
