Prologue
"Aw,
shit. I'm dead,
ain't I?"
"You
are indeed."
The
voice was smooth
and compelling,
and it sounded
like it was
coming from
right inside
his head. Joshua
West couldn't
locate the source
any more than
he was able
to decide whether
it was male
or female.
He
was enveloped
in some sort
of dense fog,
so thick he
could barely
see his hand
when he waved
it in front
of his face.
But it wasn't
the dreary gray
of a regular
fog; this was
white and shimmery,
like being inside
a pearl. It
glowed with
a soft, pure
light that seemed
to come from
all directions
at once. He
looked around,
trying to get
his bearings.
"Oh
Lord." He
quickly cupped
his hands over
his privates. "I'm
naked!"
"You
are at that."
"But
. . . But .
. ." Joshua
tried to jump
up in protest,
but there was
nothing for
his feet to
land on. He
had no sense
of up or down,
and found himself
spinning slowly
in space, like
a dandelion
puff blown on
a lazy breeze.
Whirling around
like that, it
was too hard
to keep his
hands safely
over his crotch,
so he gave up.
If they -- whoever
they were --
were going to
be offended,
they should
have let him
keep his britches.
"There
are no clothes
here, Joshua."
"No
clothes?"
"Joshua." The
voice was warmer
now; it sounded
amused. "We
have no bodies."
"Oh." Weird;
he wasn't getting
dizzy at all.
He tucked, delighted
to find himself
tumbling faster. "Is
this . . . heaven?"
"Of
course."
"Well,
what do you
know about that."
He grinned. "Always
thought I'd
go the other
way."
"That
can still be
arranged."
Joshua
winced and quit
spinning. "Now
see here," he
began, then
stopped, thinking
frantically.
What could he
say now that
would help him?
He'd never given
much thought
to the afterlife,
but he was pretty
darn sure he
didn't want
to go the other
way.
The
laughter bubbled
from right out
of the fog,
loud and joyous
and musical
as a thousand
magnificent
bells pealing
out at once. "Don't
worry, Joshua.
We save that
other place
for the truly
irredeemable
souls. The rest
of you get to
go back until
you get it right." The
voice paused,
as if mulling
it over. "I
believe you
are on your
thirty-fifth
or thirty-sixth
try."
"Oh." Joshua
tried to swallow,
only to find
he had no sense
of his body
at all -- he
didn't feel
the bob of his
Adam's apple
up and down
his throat,
and, come to
think of it,
he couldn't
feel himself
breathing, either. "Are
you . . . Him?"
"Him?"
"You
know." He
couldn't have
said why he
lowered his
voice to a whisper;
it just seemed
like the thing
to do. "The
Big Boss?"
"Oh,
you mean the
Lord. No, I'm
not Him.'
I simply assist
wherever I can."
"Do
you know what
happens to me
next? I mean,
do I go back
right away?
Who do I get
to be this time?"
This could be
tricky. He didn't
much cotton
to the idea
of going back
as a jailbird
or traveling
preacher or
some other poor
sap.
"Not
quite yet."
"What,
then?"
"Joshua," the
voice boomed,
taking on a
distinct tone
of command, "we
have need of
your assistance."
"Uh,
sure, sure." What
choice did he
have? This was
not exactly
his home territory.
Best to keep
his head down
and go along
with everything. "Anythin'
you say."
"We
are a bit shorthanded
at the moment.
The war took
quite a bit
out of us, you
know."
"You
ain't the only
one."
"Yes.
And so, we have
a bit of an
assignment for
you."
"An
assignment?" They'd
selected him
for an important
assignment?
Hey, maybe he
hadn't made
nearly as much
of a mess of
his life as
he'd thought,
if they were
asking for his
help.
"What do
you want me
to do?"
"There's
someone on earth
who's in quite
a bit of danger.
She needs someone
to help her
out and keep
her safe. Your
job will simply
be to watch
over her."
She?
He'd thought
he was going
to burn in hell,
and instead
he was going
to get to watch
over a beautiful
damsel in distress?
At this rate,
being dead might
not be bad at
all. "You
mean like a
guardian angel?"
"Let's
not get carried
away."
The light around
Joshua intensified. "Angels
have a few responsibilities
that you're
not quite ready
for. Think of
it more like
a pinch hitter
a substitute
. . . helping
spirit."
"Yeah,
okay." Angel,
spirit, whatever.
How tough could
it be? "Who
is she?"
The
white fog swirled.
Then slowly
it separated
like a stage
curtain, and
there she was,
silhouetted
in the glimmering
light.
"God
damn it!" He
ducked as soon
as the words
burst out, expecting
lightning to
strike him instantly
for his blasphemy.
"It's
all right," the
voice said soothingly. "On
the rather lengthy
list of your
sins, that's
a fairly minor
one."
She
was tall and
skinny and bony
-- though she'd
always insisted
she was "willowy." Her
nose was too
long, her mouth
was too wide,
and her face
was too narrow.
He knew all
that -- always
had -- and,
despite it all,
she was still
the sexiest
thing he had
ever laid eyes
on.
Considering
the fact that
he was pretty
sure his heart
wasn't beating,
he didn't have
any idea how
his body could
be doing what
it was doing
right now, but
it was having
the same reaction
it always had
to Abigail Grier.
"Uh-uh.
No way."
"Joshua," the
voice chided,
"she needs
your help."
"She
didn't need
me when I was
alive. She sure
as he . . .
heck don't need
me when I'm
dead!"
"She
does."
"Abigail
don't need anybody's
help. She never
has, and she's
made it pretty
darn clear."
"She
needs help this
time. She really
is in danger."
"Can't
you just . .
. wave your
hand and fix
everything?"
"It
doesn't quite
work like that."
"Well,
you're just
gonna have to
get someone
else." This
probably wasn't
the best time
for him to get
stubborn, but
he just could
not go back
there. The woman
had kicked him
in the gut once,
and he wasn't
getting anywhere
near her ever
again.
"There's
no one else
suitable, Joshua.
You know the
area, you know
her, and you
care about her."
"I
do not care
about her!"
The
vision of Abigail
tilted her head
and smiled,
a sad, brave
little smile,
and his chest
started to hurt.
That was exactly
why he couldn't
go back: he
was a zillion
miles away,
and dead to
boot, and she
could still make
him hurt. "I
ain't going
back there!" he
shouted.
Abigail
disappeared
in a blinding
instant of silver
light. With
a violent, rolling boom the
pearly fog went
black and closed
around him.
"Joshua,
you have no
choice."
END
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