Pastor Tony Hook is everybody's favorite preacher in the quiet Newark suburb of Belton, NJ. Well, almost everybody's. Conflicts, tensions, and resolutions grace every turn of this clean and humorous black church caper. And it's all from the witty mind and converted heart of a real seminary trained preacher with 22 years of pastoral experience. When the sexy Anemone Allon's body turns up in her basement naked, sporting a hole through the head, the only evidence recovered from the scene is Hook's DNA, and all he can offer for an alibi is that he was alone in his study, praying for Anemone's soul. And his own. Of course, golden-eyed detective Sgt. Chris Sears sets her sights on him as her prime suspect, jeopardizing his future at any church, and Pastor Hook launches his own investigation into the murder. With an anonymous rival who will stop at nothing to get him out of the way, and a crusty trustee who will try almost anything to get rid of him also breathing down his neck, only heaven can help Hook out of this mess, but God has chosen this time to go silent on him. Pursued by good and hounded by evil, poisoned by deadly wildlife and stricken with writer's block, Pastor Hook must overcome Jobian loss and ugly suits, resist witchcraft, brave fire, dodge bullets, survive explosions, and tame ravenous beasts to track down the killer. As the body count rises, and in spite of "help" from his iconoclastic best buddy, Rev. Cornel Brown, and his nutty adopted mother, Freddie Pearl, Hook unravels the mystery, exposing the killer in a final confrontation before the entire Belton community. In the end almost no one is who they appeared to be in this clerical romp, and Hook realizes that even for pastors some clichés are built on truth: home
is
where the heart is, and the grass
isn't
always greener on the other side.