His best friend is dead-And he must find the killer before the Sheriff does!

"...I walked over to Lester's desk. I knew some of the stuff he kept in there would be embarrassing, and wouldn't help find out who did it, just make for gossip and talk. I got my handkerchief so's not to leave my prints, and rummaged quickly in the drawers. I knew he kept a pint of Scotch in the bottom drawer. It was half full. His "medicine", he called it. "Best thing for preachin", he would say, "good fer yer voice, and yer mind." Some of his best sermons had been preached after a dose or two. Nobody knew. If I could help it, nobody would.

I put it in my briefcase. Next were some letters, way in the back, personal stuff he told me about that happened years ago. First chance I got, I would read 'em, then, probably, burn 'em. For now, in my case.

I kept searching, 'cause I had a feeling Lester had something else here. I knew him. This office was his personal little Fort Knox, the only place he really felt safe. He kept all his little secrets in this office, phone numbers and hotel receipts, some really juicy pictures of people in embarrassing predicaments, nothing you need to know about..."

Reverend Buckley Parker finds himself in the middle of a family quarrel that leads to murder in the Old South. He must not only solve the mystery, but handle his church, as well as his own personal life. Can he deal with all these issues, plus the occasional attraction of provocative women? He Wrestled With An Angel is a lively romp through southwest Louisiana from the 50's through the 70's that will give the reader great insight into Black Church Culture.