4:11 a.m. Passion Ministry

Oscar’s eyes bulged in horror. “No,” he whispered hoarsely. “No. You’re in shock. You don’t know what you’re saying. It’s the middle of the night and you need rest.”

“This’s for Jimmy,” John replied. “His destiny. Something we must do now.”

“No! This’s wrong. You… we.. we need help. I can’t. Please, John. I can’t... I won’t! You can’t make me...”

John handed him the envelope, then glanced heavenward. “I am called to answer.”