"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 04 - Facing The Future" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

Ryan was slowly adjusting to the fact that his parents were gone. They were still on his mind almost
every minute of the day, and he often woke up between midnight and dawn, wishing this were all just a
bad dream from which he would soon wake up. He had cried until he was sure there were no more
tears, and then cried some more. He was embar-rassed about that, being the youngest and noticing that
the others didn't seem to cry much. But one night he had woken up with his sad thoughts and heard two
of the oth-ers--- he guessed Vicki and Lionel--- sobbing in their beds too.

There was nothing wrong with that. What could be worse than losing your parents? Only missing out on
going to heaven with them, Ryan figured. He put out of his mind the fact that his parents had not been
Chris-tians and that unless something very strange and very quick had happened before they died, it was
likely they weren't in heaven now.

Ryan wandered into the kitchen, where he found Lionel eating a sandwich. "Want something?" Lionel
asked, his mouth full.

"Nah. Just bored."

"Wish we were down there for the sting," Lionel said. "I want to see LeRoy get his."

Ryan nodded, and the phone rang. It was Talia. "For you," Ryan said. Lionel had given her his number
the night she had driven him to see andré.

Lionel pointed at the rest of his sandwich and nodded, and Ryan decided he was hun-gry after all. He
finished the sandwich while Lionel talked with Talia.



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Vicki Byrne had been involved in a lot of mischief in her young life, but she decided this was about as
exciting and scary as any-thing she had ever done. She was crouched behind a low table next to Judd.
They were in a perfect position to peek over the top and through a huge one-way mirror that gave them a
view of the entire storefront and front door. They could hear perfectly because the whole meeting was
being taped in that game room by the police. The storefront was full of hidden microphones so Sergeant
Fogarty wouldn't have to wear a wire, as the police called it. In case the bad guys got sus-picious and
searched him, he would be clean.

Vicki watched as Fogarty unlocked the front door but opened it only a few inches.

"You can see there that we had an appoint-ment," LeRoy said, attempting to come in.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. It does say that on the calendar, if you are ...?"

"Banks. Banks and Grey."

"Yes, but Miss Diablo must have made a mistake. She knew I was off today."

"But you're here and we're here, so let's get this done."