This is part of books 9 and 10 of the Damia Willis, FBI series. There is never an ending to the story God creates.
“It’s not our problem.”
“It’s always our problem; everything we do for God is our problem.”
It’s not OUR problem, Reed; go and be with your wife-
“THIS IS ABOUT MY WIFE!!!! Your friend, Anthony. I guess you forgot how you were called away almost 5 years ago. How we all have traveled across the world with money that just SHOWS UP, and now-“
Anthony stood up while pounding his fists on the table screaming back at Reed, “I KNOW!! SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND; YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND. DON’T YOU EVER FORGET I WILL KILL YOU ABOUT HER.”
Peter calmly walked into his dining room. He looked at his friends screaming at each other, both holding back the tears and anger. Peter chose his words wisely, while praying.
“Friends,” Peter started.
“Bullshit!” Anthony said turning to Peter, “Friends don’t lie to each other. We’ve been through sh-“
“Watch it, Anthony, you will not catch me slipping again.” Anthony sat back down at the table. Peter turned to Reed as he leaned on the door frame. “Reed-“
“Where is my wife, Peter?”
Peter hesitated looking at Reed’s back avoiding Anthony’s glare.
“Peter.” Reed said in a normal tone without turning around.
“She’s in London.”
“On her own.”
“On HER OWN??” Anthony screamed.
“Who is this woman? Why did she go? What do we know? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” Reed said turning to Peter.
“I’m still doing the research.”
“No, no-” Anthony started.
“No, Peter, that’s not true. You know something.”
“Reed,” Peter shook his head and sat at the table, “I can’t even begin to explain this woman, my life, my service.”
Reed sat down at the table and said, “Start with anything we don’t know, Peter; we have all the time in the world.”
“We need Damia back.” Peter said.
“Not in the middle of a lie we don’t.” Anythony stated.
“Fine, but first of all, this is not our problem.”
“BUT MY WIFE, is in LONDON, and she won’t TAKE MY CALLS.” Reed’s cell phone started ringing; looking at the caller ID it was Damia. “Babe? Where are you? What are you doing?”
“I love you, Reed. I’m so sorry I left without saying a word. I had to get here. I needed to help. I’m sorry you woke up and I wasn’t there.”
“It’s okay.” Reed said looking at Anthony, “What’s wrong?”
“Reed, tell Peter, he’s wrong. This is our problem. This is spiritual. I can’t do this alone.”
“What is it?” Peter asked.
“She said you’re wrong.”
“Is he there?” Damia asked, “Let me speak to him?”
Reed handed the phone to Peter, “Yes, love?”
“PETER!!!! My God, who is this WOMAN??? Peter, she’s dying.”
Peter stood up abruptly knocking over his chair, ” What? What?” He motioned to the others to follow him. They got in the chauffer driven car, “Airport. Keep talking Damia, I’m putting you on speaker.”
“She’s dying. I met her at the restaurant and as soon as she laid eyes on me she started clutching her chest. She’s had a major heart attack.”
“OH my God.” Anthony said.
“Yes, wait, what are you doing there, Anthony? No never mind. According to her boyfriend, this is the second heart attack in four monhts. The doctors are doing what they can, but she’s dying.”
“Damia, get to my house, now. We’re getting on a plane.”
“But what about Jemma?” Damia asked.
“GET TO MY HOUSE NOW.” Peter screamed then ending the call.