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

“No! Who is it?”
“'A friend is all she'll say.”
“I'll come there,” Leah said.
She stuffed her belongings into a bag and slipped out to her car. She tried to peer
into the lobby through the plate glass, but she couldn't see who was there. As she
started the car, someone drove behind her and stopped.
Leah was pinned in. She locked her doors as the driver emerged from the other
vehicle.
As Leah's eyes adjusted to the light, she could see it was the same car the woman
had driven from the prison.
A knock made her jump. The woman, still in uniform, signaled her to lower her
window. Leah lowered it an inch, her heart thudding.
“I need to make a show of this,” the woman whispered. “Play your part.”
My part? “What do you want?” Leah said.
“Come with me.”
“Not on your life! Unless you want your car in pieces, get it out of my way.”
The woman leaned forward. “Excellent. Now step out and let me cuff you and—”
“Are you out of your mind? I have no intention of—”
“Perhaps you cannot see my forehead in the darkness,” the woman said. “But trust
me—”
“Why should I—?”
And then Leah saw it. The woman had the mark. She was a believer.
The woman pointed to the lock as she removed handcuffs from a holster on her belt.
Leah unlocked the door.
“How did you find me?” she said.
“Checked your alias at several hotels. Didn't take long.”
“Alias?” Leah said as she alighted and turned so the woman could cuff her.
“I'm Ming Toy,” she said, leading Leah to the backseat of her car. “A believer
comes all the way to Brussels to see Hattie Durham and uses her own name? I don't
think so.”
“I'm supposed to be her aunt,” Leah said as Ming pulled out of the parking lot.
“Well, that worked on everybody else,” she said. “But they didn't see what I saw.
So, who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Would you mind if I double-checked your mark, Miss Toy?”
“Mrs. I'm a widow.”
“Me too.”
“But call me Ming.”
“I'll tell you what you can call me as soon as I can check your mark.”
“In a minute.”
Ming pulled into a GC Peacekeeping station. “I need an interrogation room,” she
barked at the man behind the desk, still holding tight to Leah's left biceps.
“Commander,” the man said with a nod, sliding a key across the counter. “Last door
on the left.”
“Private, no viewing, no bugs.”
“That's the secure one, ma'am.”
Ming locked the door, angled the lamp shade toward them, and released Leah from
her cuffs. “Check me out,” she said, sitting and cocking her head.
Leah gently held the back of Ming's head, knowing already that anyone who would
let her do that had to be genuine. She licked her thumb and ran it firmly across the
mark on Ming's forehead. Leah slumped into a chair across from Ming and reached