"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 02 - Second Chance" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

alone before, and he was intrigued that no one seemed to mind. He couldn't imagine riding his bike
through cordoned-off expressways and side streets on his way to the inner city of Chicago without being
stopped by the police. It simply seemed too strange that two young boys would be out on their bikes in
Chicago at this time of the night.

Had it not been for his grief and his fear and his anxiety over Uncle andré, Lionel might have enjoyed an
adventure like this. But just then he couldn't imagine ever enjoying any-thing again. He sure hoped Bruce
Barnes was right and that he was still eligible to become a Christian, even at this late date. It was awful
that he had missed the truth the first time around, especially when he knew better. He sure didn't want to
live through a period like this and lose out on heaven altogether.

"How do your legs feel?" Lionel asked Ryan. "Tight and heavy?"

"Yeah," Ryan said. "I can't imagine riding all the way back to Mount Prospect tonight."

"But we have to," Lionel said. "The only people I would want to stay with down here are all gone. I
wouldn't feel safe with the ones who are left."

When Lionel and Ryan came within sight of the tacky little hotel where andré rented a room, a couple of
policemen were getting back into their cruiser. The one getting in the passenger side noticed the boys.
"No time to even deal with you two tonight," he said. "Why don't you just run along home?"
"I'm looking for someone," Lionel said.

"Who isn't?" the cop said.

"My uncle lives in this building," Lionel said. He gave the officer andré's full name.

The cops glanced at each other with what Lionel sensed was a knowing look. "Should I tell him?" the
one cop said to the other.

The driver shrugged. "Why not?"

"Son, your uncle is the reason we were called off traffic duty, where we've been all day. He was found in
his apartment a couple of hours ago. His body was just loaded onto an ambulance and taken to one of
the morgues set up at a high school about seven blocks down the street here."

"A morgue?" Lionel said, his voice tight.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"How did he die?"

"I'm not at liberty to tell you that, son. You can take it up with the people at the morgue. I'm real sorry,
but we've gotta go. You boys should be getting back home now. You've got somebody to go to?"

"We'll be all right," Lionel said. But he wasn't all right, and he knew Ryan wasn't either.

Lionel realized that he and Ryan finally had something in common. Now they both had people they loved
who were dead and gone, and not to heaven.