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for both her hands. “I can't wait to get to know you,” she said.
“Likewise,” Ming said. “Let's pray first.”
Leah couldn't keep from welling up as this brand-new friend thanked God for their
propitious meeting and asked that he allow them to somehow work together.
“First I'll tell you where Hattie Durham is,” Ming said. “Then we'll trade stories,
and I'll take you back to your hotel, tell my associates that you check out as Hattie's
aunt, and let them think that you believe Hattie was transferred but that you don't
know where.”
“She wasn't transferred?”
Ming shook her head.
“Is she alive?”
“Temporarily.”
“Healthy?”
“Healthier than when we got her. In fact, she's in quite good shape. Strong enough
to assassinate a potentate.”
Leah furrowed her brow and shook her head. “I'm not following you.”
“They let her go.”
“Why?”
“All she talked about was killing Carpathia. Finally they told her that as it was clear
she had lost his baby, she was no longer a threat and was free to go, with a tidy
settlement for her trouble. Roughly one hundred thousand Nicks in cash.”
Leah shook her head. “They don't consider her a threat? She wants to kill him for
real.”
“They know that,” Ming said. “In my opinion, they think she's dumber than she
looks.”
“Sometimes she is,” Leah said.
“But not dumb enough to lead them straight to the rest of the Tribulation Force,”
Ming said. “The simplistic plan is that they follow her to the Gala in Jerusalem and
to some sort of a rendezvous with one of you Judahites.”
“I love that title. I'm a believer first, but also proudly a Judah-ite.”
“Me too,” Ming said. “And I'll bet you know Ben-Judah personally.”
“I do.”
“Wow.”
“But, Ming, the GC is wrong about Hattie. She's crazy enough to go and try to kill
Nicolae, but she has no interest in contacting any of us.”
“You might be surprised.”
“How so?”
“She didn't go to Jerusalem like they hoped. We've tracked her to North America. I
think she's onto the GC and wants to get back to safety as soon as she can.”
“That's worse!” Leah said. “She'll lead them to the safe house.”
“Maybe that's why God sent you here,” Ming said.
“I didn't know what I was going to do to protect you people. Whom was I supposed
to tell? You're the answer to my prayer.”
“But what can I do? I'll never be able to catch her before she gets there.”
“You can at least warn them, right?”
Leah nodded. “My phone's in my bag in my car.”
“And my phones are all traceable.”
They traded stories on the way back. Ming was twenty-two years old, a native of
China. Her husband of two months had been killed a few minutes after the
disappearances when the commuter train he was on crashed when the brakeman and