"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 01 - Vanishings" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"All right! Just go! But don't be late!"

"Mom! I already told you! I'm staying till closing, so---"

"Don't wait up, yeah, I know. Are you meeting someone there?"

"No!"

"I'd better not find out you've been out with your friends, young man ...."

But Judd was already out the door.



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 At O'Hare, Judd found a flight on Pan-Continental Airlines that left early in the evening and was
scheduled to arrive in Lon-don the following morning. His phony iden-tification cards worked perfectly,
and he enjoyed being referred to as Mr. Thompson. His first-class ticket was very expensive, but it was
the only seat left on the 747.

Judd knew it wouldn't be long before his parents started looking for him. They would discover his car at
the airport, and they would quickly find his name on the passen-ger list of the Pan-Con flight. He'd better
enjoy this freedom while he could, he decided. He would try to hide in England for as long as possible,
but even if he was found and hauled back to the United States, he hoped he would have made his point.

What was his point, exactly, he wondered. That he needed his freedom. Yeah, that was it. He needed to
be able to make some deci-sions on his own, to be treated like an adult. He didn't want to be told what
to do all the time. He wanted the Thompson family to know that he was able to get along in the world on
his own. Going to London by him-self, based on his own plans, ought to prove that.

Judd sat on the aisle. On the other side of the aisle sat a middle-aged man who had three drinks set
before him. Beyond him, in the window seat, a younger man sat hunched over his laptop computer.

Judd was stunned at the beauty of the flight attendant, whose name badge read "Hattie." He'd never
known anyone with that name, but he couldn't work up the courage to say so. He was excited and
pleased with himself when she didn't even ask to see any identification when she offered him cham-
pagne.

"How much?" he asked.

"It's free in first class, Mr. Thompson," she said.

He had tried champagne a few times and didn't like it, but he liked the idea of its sit-ting on the tray table
in front of him. He would pretend to be on business, on his way to London for important meetings.

Captain Rayford Steele came over the intercom, announcing their flight path and altitude and saying he
expected to arrive at Heathrow Airport at six in the morning.

Judd Thompson Jr. couldn't wait. This was already the most exciting night of his life.