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seasons. Maybe that was our season.”
    â€œBut?”
    â€œI hate what-ifs. I really do. I hate what-ifs about as much as I hate an open-ended ending to a love story. I want a clear conclusion, and I hate leaving a handsome man on an island all by himself.”
    I too hate what-ifs and believe in seeing things through to the end. I build my reputation off of several principles, and that was one of them. I don’t know if the rules that govern my career can also apply to my dating life, but then again, I don’t know any other way to do things.
    We walk along the shore and don’t talk for a while. We just look out at luxury cruise liners and speedboats as they cut through the calm waters.
    â€œAdele says that you went over to the island where Pastor Cole was murdered.”
    â€œYeah, I went by.”
    â€œBrutal. A famous pastor like that gets murdered at a church conference, of all places. We are definitely in the end times.”
    We have been in the end times for a while now, the devil has been running rampant, and if there is anything I can do for the betterment of the kingdom, then here I am, Lord, send me.
    â€œAre you okay?” Victory asks.
    No, I am not okay. I would’ve been okay if I hadn’t watched the news the other night. I wish I would’ve come home from hanging out with Sammy and found Victory in Adele’s living room and all I have to worry about is if Victory is having a good time. But, no, I find myself in the midst of this murder case. “Yes, I’m okay; it’s just that I got to go by and see this girl as a favor for a friend, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”
    â€œWell, I can come along. I haven’t had a chance to see the island.”
    â€œActually, this is a delicate matter, and only I can handle it directly. You know, pastoral stuff. But I promise I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone.”
    Victory looks perplexed as to why she couldn’t tag along, but she didn’t say anything. I guess she didn’t want to give the sense of being jealous.
    â€œWell, no problem. Adele says that she wants to give me a tour of the island. I would like to get her perspective of this place.”
    Adele is a lifesaver in this instance. I take Victory by her hands and kiss them. “We’ll meet up for dinner, and I promise, no more distractions.”
    â€œNic, one thing about me that you might not know. You don’t have to constantly make promises to me. Only promise the things that you can deliver on. Deal?”
    Why did I do that? Why did I promise something to Victory? I make a point never to promise something that I can’t deliver, and given this present set of circumstances, I can’t even promise that I will make it to dinner on time.
    â€œDeal,” I say.
    â€œHurry back, because we have a lot of catching up to do,” Victory says.
    She leaves me with her dress blowing in the wind as she walks toward Adele’s house. I pray that I’m not away from her long.
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    I arrive at Elisha Davis’s house unsure of what to say to her. It shows how small the world is when on an island with a population of less than 2,000, there is the love child of a slain pastor. I have been on this island for two weeks, and I have seen most of the Ten Commandments broken with very little regard to God’s authority. I guess this is as good of a place as any for a child out of wedlock to hide.
    Her home is small by most modern homes’ standards, but a small home in the middle of paradise trumps a two-story home in the heart of the city any day. I’m not sure how I am going to play this situation out. I’m thinking about letting the flow of the conversation dictate the course. The doorbell does not work, so I knock on the door. After some rumblings, the door finally opens.
    â€œHello,” Elisha says in a thick Caribbean accent.
    â€œHello, Elisha Davis, my name is Minister