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

wants several liters of some sort of a plastic amalgam delivered to the palace
morgue as soon as possible.”
“For?”
“I can only imagine. This stuff is used to make casts of faces, body parts, tire tracks,
that kind of thing. But she wants enough to fill a tub the size of a whirlpool bath.”
“She's going to make a cast of Carpathia's whole body?”
He shrugged. “That's my guess.”
“Whatever for?”
“She didn't sound too sure herself. She kept asking how much water would have to
be added to how much solution and if that would fill the stainless steel container.
She also wanted to know how long I thought it would take that much solution to
harden, how long it would remain pliable before drying, all that.”
Annie slipped her hands around David's waist and laid IHT head on his chest.
"Someone's put her up to it. Maybe to make a replica of the body so they can make
him look better lying in state?”
He pondered that. “I just wonder if they've heard about the prophecy of his
resurrecting and want to keep the real body somewhere convenient, just in case.”
“They don't believe the prophecies, do they?”
“How could anyone not by this time?”
She looked up at him and shook her head. “What's going to happen around here
when, you know ...”
“It happens?”
“Yeah.”
“It's not going to be pretty. I can't wait to see what Dr. Ben-Judah has to say about
you-know-who when he's no longer really himself.”
“You think there'll be any of the man left of him?”
David cocked his head. "His body, sure. Maybe he'll sound like himself and have
the same mannerisms, but he's supposed to be indwelt, and indwelt means indwelt.
When I was promoted, I moved into the quarters of that director who was
reassigned to Australia, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“It's the same place. Same walls, same bed, same lav, everything. It looks the same,
but it's not. I'm the new dweller.”
She held him tighter. “I don't want to know the new dweller of the potentate.”
“Well, it'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy.”
“Not funny,” she said.
“They should be here any minute, babe.”
“I know. My ears are tuned to the '16.1 know how long it takes to get the hangar
doors open and to position the forklift and winch. I hope security keeps its distance.
Did you see all of 'em out there? Have you heard all the rules?”
“Have I! You'd think you were off-loading the body of the king of the world.”
She snorted. “Tell you the truth, I'd like to drop the box and run over the whole
thing with the forklift. Let's see that come back to life.”
David tugged her toward the door. “What if he comes back to life while you're
transporting the body?”
She stopped and closed her eyes. “Like I wasn't freaked out enough. You'd have to
find me in heaven.”
A hum vibrated the office window. "You'd better go. They're about three minutes
away.”
Rayford could not believe his luck at Tel Aviv. He hurried past the busy counters