CHAPTER THREE
The bombshell Toby dropped last evening consumed my thoughts for hours into the night. Why the Angelic Counsel left out vital information regarding the murderer and the victim’s best friend seemed a mystery to me. I was certain it was one of those things that would be revealed to me.
Since no mention had been made in the files of Bobby marrying or having children, I assumed him to be a loner. In hindsight, I should have realized he might have had children. Even if it had crossed my mind, I would have viewed them as vague water-colored figures in the background, and not the vital woman I saw.
I stayed up late, revisiting the information I had previously read in more detail, only now, with a fresh perspective.
Before retiring to my bed, I looked at the photographs of Christ
