An awkward silence stretched out longer and longer while Judas considered the question.
Finally Father Jon said, “When you think of it, let me know. Meanwhile remember how the wind felt on your face and how good the water was that quenched your thirst. You’ll get your answer.”
Judas stared at the cross etched into his palm. Funny, but it was strangely mesmerizing. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Never in his world could he breathe so easily as he could here in God’s world
“I hesitate to ask you why you came. Being from Hell, I’m sure it’s to spread sin and destruction like your cohorts?”
The question lifted Judas from his reverie. “I’m here to help a woman by the name of Sugar Duquesne. Do you know her?”
“The name…” Suddenly Father Jon remembered the woman who ran out of the church not long ago. “Is she blonde, young, and attractive?”
“Yes.”
“I might have seen her once.”
“Her life is in danger.”
Father Jon turned his eyes toward Judas. “Danger from what?”