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

world government suffered just like the rank and file with the loss of half the
population. Finally a woman picked up, but Leah couldn't get her even to
acknowledge an employee named Croix.
“A French guard?” Leah tried.
“Ah, I know who you mean. Hold on.”
Finally a man picked up. “Who are you holding for, please?” he said, in a hurry.
“Guard Croix,” she said, “about six feet—”
“Croix!” the man hollered. “Phone!”
But he never came to the phone. Leah finally hung up and drove to the prison,
leaving her phone in the car for safety.
At long last Croix ushered her into yet another private room. This one had a large
window that Leah thought might be a two-way mirror. Again she feared her cover
might have already been blown.
“I thought you were going to call,” the guard said, pointing to a chair, ubiquitous
clipboard in hand.
“I tried,” she said. “This place is poorly run.”
“Understaffed,” he said.
“Can we get on with it?” Leah said. “I need to see my niece.”
“No.”
“No?”
Croix stared at her, apparently unwilling to repeat himself.
“I'm listening,” she said.
“I'm not at liberty to—”
“Don't give me that,” Leah said. “If I can't see her, I can't see her, but I have the
right to know she's healthy, that she's alive.”
“She is both.”
“Then why can't I see her?”
Croix pressed his lips together. “She's been transferred, ma'am.”
“Since yesterday?”
“I'm not at liberty to—”
“How long has she been gone? Where is she?”
He shook his head. “I'm telling you what I was told. If you'd like to get a message
to—”
“I want to see her. I want to know she's all right.”
“To the best of my knowledge, she's fi—”
“The best of your knowledge! Have you an inkling how limited your knowledge
is?”
“Insulting me will not—”
“I don't mean to insult you, sir! I'm merely asking to sir my niece and—”
“That's enough, Officer Croix,” came a female voice from behind the glass. “You
may go.”
Croix left without a word or a look. Leah detected an Asian accent in the woman.
She stood and stepped to the mirror. “So, what's next, ma'am? Am I to leave too, or
will I get some word about my niece?”
Silence.
“Have I now become a prisoner too? Guilt by relation?”
Leah felt conspicuous and wondered whether anyone was behind the glass after all.
Finally she marched to the door but was not surprised to find herself locked in
again. “Terrific,” she said, heading back toward the mirror. “What are the magic
words that get me out of here? C'mon, lady! I know you're back there!”