Eduardo-Sneak Peek
The phone woke me up at 1:17 a.m. Phone calls that time of night always sent a chill up my spine. They were never good news.
“Bishop Soto?” A female voice rattled over the other end of the line.
“Yes?”
“This is Kay Long. I’m sorry to bother you, but I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Yes, Kay. How can I help?” I made sure to sound more awake than I was.
Kay prattled on, and I could hear the worry in her voice.
“It’s George. He’s gone off the wagon again. Down on Bourbon Street, and I can’t get him to come home. I’d go after him myself, but I can’t leave the twins, and I can’t put them in a stroller and go get him. Not down at the strip clubs.”
“True.” That wasn’t a practical solution. Mrs. Long had twins who were going on about six months old now. Her husband had
