CHAPTER 11
CALL TO DUTYHouston, Texas
I rolled over in bed and tried forcing myself to sleep. Since I left Narcotics I hadn’t gotten more than a few good nights of sleep. I wondered again if this was God punishing me for all the wrongs I’d done. He had a big enough list to work with. It’s not that I was against punishment or meting out justice, I just wished He’d get it over with in one shot instead of dishing it out a little at a time. I finally went to sleep dreaming of what it would be like to feel normal again—like I felt when Mary was alive.
I got a call early in the morning, before the alarm went off. I jumped out of bed and lunged for the phone. In the old days I’d have let it ring, figuring I’d call whoever it was later, or they’d call me. But ever since Ron got involved with d
