"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 7 - The Indwelling" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

“But surely you're prepared to reimburse—”
“Of course, but not if money is the primary concern....”
"It's not, Commander. I simply know that Dr. Eikenberry's mortuary has been
decimated. She's lost more than half her staff and has had to reorganize her
business.”
“And she's local?”
“Baghdad.”
“I do not want Nicolae shipped to Baghdad. Can she come to the palace morgue?”
“I'm sure she'd be more than happy ...”
“Happy?”
“Willing, sir.”
“I hope she can work miracles.”
“Fortunately his face was not affected.”
“Still,” Leon said, his voice husky again, “how do you hide the, the . . . awful
injury?”
“I'm sure it can be done.”
“He must look perfect, dignified. The whole world will mourn him.”
“I'll call her now.”
“Yes, please try. I'd like to know whether you're able to get through.”
But he was not able. Global telephone communications were off the air. And
Abdullah too had failed to reach anyone.
Mac was about to shut off the intercom bug when he heard I .eon take a huge breath
and let it out. “Doctor?” he said. “Can your mortician, ah—”


“Dr. Hikenberry.”
“Right. Can she do a cast of the potentate's body?”
“A cast?”
“You know, some sort of plaster or plastic or something that would preserve his
exact dimensions and features?”
The doctor hesitated. “Well,” he said finally, “death masks are nothing new. A
whole corpse would be quite an undertaking, pardon the expression.”
“But it could be done?”
Another pause. “I should think the body would have to be dipped. The palace
morgue has a large enough tank.”
“It could be done then?”
“Anything can be done, Excellency. I'm sorry, I mean Commander.”
Fortunato cleared his throat. "Yes, please, Doctor. Don't call me Excellency. At
least not yet. And do arrange for a cast of the potentate's body.”



TWO
BESIDE the desk in her hangar office, David stood facing Annie and holding both
her hands.
“You're trembling,” she said.
“I thought you were,” he said. “You're not as scared as I am?”
“At least,” she said. “What's going on?” He sighed. “I just got a call from a
mortician in Baghdad. Says she was told to go through me for large purchases. She