"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 1 - Left Behind" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

Suddenly it was Buck's turn at the counter. He gathered up his extension cord and
thanked the young woman for bearing with him. “Sorry about that,” he, said,
pausing briefly for forgiveness that was not forthcoming. “It's just that today, of all
days, well, you understand.”
Apparently she did not understand. She'd had a rough day, too. She looked at him
tolerantly and said, “What can I not do for you?”
“Oh, you mean because I did not do something you asked?”
“No,” she said. “I'm saying that to everybody. It's my little joke because there's
really nothing I can do for anybody. No flights are scheduled today. The airport is
going to close any minute. Who knows how long it will take to clear all the
wreckage and get any kind of traffic moving again. I mean, I'll take your request
and everything, but I can't get your luggage, book you a flight, get you a phone,
book you a hotel room, anything we love to do for our members. You are a member,
aren't you?”
“Am I a member!”
“Gold or platinum?”
“Lady, I'm, like, a kryptonite member.”
He flashed his card, showing that he was among the top 3 percent of air travelers in
the world. If any flight had one seat in the cheapest section, it had to be given to
him and upgraded to first class at no charge.
“Oh, my gosh,” she said, “tell me you're not the Cameron Williams from that
magazine.”
“I am.”
“Time? Honest?”
“Don't blaspheme. I'm from the competition.”
“Oh, I knew that. The reason I know is that I wanted to get into journalism. I
studied it in college. I just read about you, didn't I? Youngest award winner or most
cover stories by someone under twelve?”
“Funny.”
“Or something.”
“I can't believe we're joking on a day like this,” he said.
She suddenly clouded over. “I don't even want to think about it. So what could I do
for you if I could do anything?”
“Here's the thing,” Buck said. “I have to get to New York. Now don't give me that
look. I know it's the worst place to try to get to right now. But you know people.
You know pilots who fly on the side, charter stuff. You know what airports they
would fly out of. Let's say I had unlimited resources and could pay whatever I
needed to. Who would you send me to?”
She stared at him. “I can't believe you asked me that.”
“Why?”
“Because I do know someone. He flies these little lets out of like Waukegan and
Palwaukee airports. He's expensive and he's the type who would charge double
during a crisis, especially if he knew who you were and how desperate.”
“There won't be any hiding that. Give me the info.”


Hearing it on the radio or seeing it on television was one thing. Encountering it for
yourself was something else again. Rayford Steele had no idea how it would feel to
find evidence that his own wife and son had vanished from the face of the earth.
At the top of the stairs he paused by the family photos. Irene, always one for order,