"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 8 - The Mark" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

tell me how he does that. He entered all of my information, and when my papers
matched with what they saw on the screen, I was gold. Then I began barking orders,
telling them to pave the way for you, that we had urgent business and must be on
our way.”
Rayford told Albie it would be impossible to return to the safe house until dark and
that he might as well carry him back to Palwaukee so he could move the Gulfstream
to Kankakee.
“Would you rather have some fun?” Albie said. “You want to see if GC has torched
your old safe house yet and do it for them if not?”
“Not a bad idea,” Rayford said. “If they just burned it, fine, but if they start combing
it for evidence, I worry what we might have left.”
“They don't have the personnel for that,” Albie said, moving toward the helicopter.
“Fueled up?” Rayford nodded.
“The fighter is too, ready whenever we need it.” Albie slung his bag over his
shoulder, dug in it for Rayford's phone, and tossed it to him.
“Three unanswered calls,” Rayford muttered as they boarded the chopper. “Hope
everything's all right in Chicago. When did the calls come?”
“All three about half an hour ago, one right after the other. None showed phone
numbers, so I didn't think I should answer for you.”
They were strapped in now, but Rayford said, “I'd better check with the safe house.”
Tsion answered groggily.
“I'm sorry to wake you, Doctor,” Rayford began.
“Oh, Captain Steele, it's no trouble. I only just fell asleep. Chloe's phone, it was
ringing and ringing, and she was sound asleep. No one roused; they are so
exhausted. I was not able to get to it in time, but when it rang again, this time I
hurried and carried it to a quiet place. Rayford, it was Miss Durham!”
“You're sure?”
“Yes, and she sounded desperate. I pleaded with her to tell me where she was and
reminded her that we all love her and care about her and are praying for her, but she
wanted only to talk to you. She said she had tried your phone, and I told her I would
try too. I tried twice to no avail. Anyway, you have her number.”
“I'll call her.”
“And you'll let me know.”
“Tsion, get some rest. You have so much to do, setting up your computer area,
teaching Chaim—”
“Oh, Rayford, I am so excited about that that I can barely contain myself. And I
have so much to communicate to my audience on the computer. But you must call
Miss Durham, and yes, you're right. Unless there is a compelling reason why we
should know, you can tell us when you return. Frankly, I expected you by now.”
“I miscalculated, Tsion. I can't return until the sky is black. But I am available by
phone now.”
“And you have connected with your Middle Eastern friend.”
“I have.”
“And is he all right, Rayford? Forgive me, but he seemed preoccupied.”
“Everything's fine here, Doctor.”
“He is a new believer too, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And he will be staying with us?”
“That's likely.”
“Then I will look forward to training him as well.”