Which Exit Angel

She's a homicide detective and an angel who hasn't earned her wings. She's sent down to investigate a murder at the Jersey Shore. He's a preacher questioning his faith. How are these two supposed to stop the impending apocalypse?

Which Exit Angel http://amzn.com/B00D1TPXZY

Amazon.com Customer Reviews: Dealsharingaunt: Who do you turn to when even the angels are being murdered?’ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Susan Robbins: ‘Witty story that begs for a prequel and sequel’ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Wendy Hines: ‘remarkable story’ ★ ★ ★ ★
Janet Walters: ‘Which Exit Angel - Interesting premise’ ★ ★ ★ ★
LAS Reviewer: ‘Interesting Read’ ★ ★ ★

  Book Excerpt:

A bell rang, but Detective Angela Sky wasn’t getting her wings.

Not that she wasn’t due, she just hadn’t made the commitment yet. She’d get around to it, right now she had a murder to investigate.

She fished her Smartphone out of her pocket to see who had sent her a text message. That’s what had been ringing, well, dinging because she’d left it on the default sound for incoming messages. Dang technology. Harder to solve than most homicides.

Gabriel again. Sighing, she put the device back in her pocket. He’d have to wait. She pulled her shirt from her sticky back. Dang New Jersey humidity. The dog days of August in New Jersey was not her idea of a good time. She didn’t want murders of angels to take place at all, but she’d enjoy a cooler climate. Even the sun going down hadn’t taken the heat out of the air.

The body in question had already been removed, but had there been a chalk outline it would have included wings.

Bunny Watts, the deceased, had received her wings more than a hundred years before. She’d been a guardian angel, but no one in Heaven or Earth seemed to know what she was doing down a dark alley on a humid Saturday night in the small shore town.

Another person had been there too and that someone had killed Bunny. It was Angela’s job to solve the crime. The way kidnappers crossing state lines were FBI jurisdiction, angels’ deaths were her bailiwick.

The only witness sat in a Sea Witch, New Jersey, police car./p>

Sea Witch? What the heck kind of name was that for a town?

The cop cars’ lights flashed across the scene in the alley. The hour was too late for many bystanders so the cops had the place to themselves. Some murmured to each other. A few smoked cigarettes.

“We’re done here, Detective,” said the guy from the Ocean County prosecutor’s office. The scorn dripped off his words.

“You got a problem?” Angela asked, looking at the average man with an average build. He held himself as if he had so much to offer the world. Why was this type attracted to law enforcement? Did they need the gun and badge to justify their existence?

Or was he one of those who had never believed in angels and now resented their presence on Earth? Heck, they’d been here all along. Angels only recently revealed themselves to humans. Some humans were not so happy about it.