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separated from the prison population. I would have to get clearance for you to see
her. I could give her the message myself.тАЭ
тАЬAll I want is five minutes,тАЭ Leah said.
тАЬYou can imagine how short staffed we are.тАЭ
Leah didn't respond. Millions had disappeared in the Rapture. Half the remaining
population had died since.
Everybody was short staffed. Merely existing anymore was a full-time job. Croix
asked her to wait in a holding area, but he did not tell her she would see no
personnel, no inmates, or even any other visitors for more than two hours. A glass
cubicle, where it appeared a clerical person had once sat, was empty. No one was
there whom Leah could ask how long this might take, and when she rose to look for
someone else, she found she was locked in. Were they onto her? Was she now a
prisoner too? Just before Leah resorted to banging on the door and screaming for
help, Croix returned. Without apology, and-she noticed-avoiding eye contact, he
said, тАЬMy superiors are considering your request and will call your hotel
tomorrow.тАЭ
Leah fought a smile. As if I want you to know where I'm staying.
тАЬHow about I call you?тАЭ Leah said.
тАЬSuit yourself,тАЭ Croix said with a shrug. тАЬMerci.тАЭ
Then, as if catching himself: тАЬThank you.тАЭ
Relieved to be outside, Leah drove around to be sure she wasn't being followed.
With puzzling instructions from Rayford not to call him until Friday, she phoned
Buck and brought him up to date. тАЬI don't know whether to bolt or play it out,тАЭ she
said.
That night in her hotel room, Leah felt a loneliness only slightly less acute than
when she had first been left behind. She thanked God for the Tribulation Force and
how they had welcomed her. All but Rayford, of course.
She couldn't figure him. Here was a brilliant, accomplished man with clear
leadership skills, someone she had admired until the day she moved into the safe
house.
They hadn't clicked, but everyone else seemed frustrated with him too.
In the morning Leah showered and dressed and found something to eat, planning to
see Hattie as soon as she had permission. She was going to call Buffer from her
untraceable cell phone, but she got caught up watching on television as Carpathia
taunted Moishe and Eli before the eyes of the world.
She sat, mouth agape, as Carpathia murdered the two witnesses with a powerful
handgun. Leah remembered when TV cameras would have been averted in the face
of such violence. Then came the earthquake that left a tenth of Jerusalem in rubble.
The GC global network showed quake scenes interspersed with footage of the silent
witnesses badgered by the smirking Carpathia before their ignominious ends.
The slow-motion pictures were broadcast over and over, and repulsed as she was,
Leah could not turn away.
She had known this was coming; they all had-any students of Tsion Ben-Judah. But
to see it played out shocked and saddened her, and Leah's eyes swam. She knew
how it was to turn out, too, that they would be resurrected and that Carpathia would
get his. Leah prayed for her new friends, some of whom were in Jerusalem. But she
didn't want to sit there blubbering when she had work to do too. Things would get a
lot worse than this, and Leah needed the training of performing under pressure to
prepare herself and to convince herself she was up to it.
The phone at Buffer rang and rang, and Leah was at least warmed to know that the