The Left Behind Collection: All 12 Books

by Tim LaHaye

  Buck and Steve saw two unmarked squad cars pull up in front of Buck’s apartment building as they climbed into a cab. “It is like a spy movie,” Buck said.

  Marge’s husband was none too pleased to be displaced from his favorite spot and his favorite show, but even he was intrigued when Nightline began. Carpathia was either a natural or well-coached. He looked directly into the camera whenever possible and appeared to be speaking to individual viewers.

  “Your speech at the United Nations,” Wallace Theodore began, “which was sandwiched between two press conferences today, seems to have electrified New York, and because so much of it has been aired on both early evening and late night local newscasts, you’ve become a popular man in this country seemingly all at once.”

  Carpathia smiled. “Like anyone from Europe, particularly Eastern Europe, I am amazed at your technology. I—”

  “But isn’t it true, sir, that your roots are actually in Western Europe? Though you were born in Romania, are you not by heritage actually Italian?”

  “That is true, as it is true of many native Romanians. Thus the name of our country. But as I was saying about your technology. It is amazing, but I confess I did not come to your country to become or to be made into a celebrity. I have a goal, a mission, a message, and it has nothing to do with my popularity or my personal—”

  “But is it not true that you just came from a photo session with People magazine?”

  “Yes, but I—”

  “And is it not also true that they have already named you their newest Sexiest Man Alive?”

  “I do not know what that means, really. I submitted to an interview that was mostly about my childhood and my business and political career, and I was under the impression that they do this sexy-man coverage in January each year, so it is too early for next year and too close to this year’s.”

  “Yes, and I’m sure, Mr. Carpathia, that you were as thrilled as we were over the young singing star who was so named two months ago, but—”

  “I regret to say I was not aware of the young man before I saw his photograph on the cover of the magazine.”

  “But, sir, are you saying you are not aware that People magazine is breaking tradition by, in effect, unseating their current sexiest man and installing you in his place with next week’s issue?”

  “I believe they tried to tell me that, but I do not understand. The young man did some damage to a hotel or some such thing, and so—”

  “And so you were a convenient replacement for him.”

  “I know nothing about that, and to be perfectly honest, I might not have submitted to the interview under those circumstances. I do not consider myself sexy. I am on a crusade to see the peoples of the world come together. I do not seek a position of power or authority. I simply ask to be heard. I hope my message comes through in the article in the magazine as well.”

  “You already have a position of both power and authority, Mr. Carpathia.”

  “Well, our little country asked me to serve, and I was willing.”

  “How do you respond to those who say you skirted protocol and that your elevation to the presidency in Romania was partially effected by strong-arm tactics?”

  “I would say that that is the perfect way to attack a pacifist, one who is committed to disarmament not only in Romania and the rest of Europe but also globally.”

  “So you deny having a business rival murdered seven years ago and using intimidation and powerful friends in America to usurp the president’s authority in Romania?”

  “The so-called murdered rival was one of my dearest friends, and I mourn him bitterly to this day. The few American friends I have may be influential here, but they could not have any bearing on Romanian politics. You must know that our former president asked me to replace him for personal reasons.”

  “But that completely ignores your constitution’s procedure for succession to power.”

  “This was voted upon by the people and by the government and ratified with a huge majority.”

  “After the fact.”

  “In a way, yes. But in another way, had they not ratified it, both popularly and within the houses of government, I would have been the briefest reigning president in our nation’s history.”

  Marge’s husband growled, “This Roman kid is light on his feet.”

  “Romanian,” Marge corrected.

  “I heard him say he’s a full-blood Eye-talian,” her husband said. Marge winked at Steve and Buck.

  Buck was amazed at Carpathia’s thought processes and command of language. Theodore asked him, “Why the United Nations? Some would say you would have more impact and get more mileage out of an appearance before our Senate and House of Representatives.”

  “I would not even dream of such a privilege,” Carpathia said. “But, you see, I was not looking for mileage. The U.N. was envisioned originally as a peacekeeping effort. It must return to that role.”

  “You hinted today, and I hear it in your voice even now, that you have a specific plan for the U.N. that would make it better and which would be of some help during this unusually horrific season in history.”

  “I do. I did not feel it was my place to suggest such changes when I was a guest; however, I have no hesitation in this context. I am a proponent of disarmament. That is no secret. While I am impressed with the wide-ranging capabilities, plans, and programs of the United Nations, I do believe, with a few minor adjustments and the cooperation of its members, it can be all it was meant to be. We can truly become a global community.”

  “Can you briefly outline that in a few seconds?”

  Carpathia’s laugh appeared deep and genuine. “That is always dangerous,” he said, “but I will try. As you know, the Security Council of the United Nations has five permanent members: the United States, the Russian Federation, Britain, France, and China. There are also ten temporary members, two each from five different regions of the world, which serve for two-year terms.

  “I respect the proprietary nature of the original five. I propose choosing another five, just one each from the five different regions of the world. Drop the temporary members. Then you would have ten permanent members of the Security Council, but the rest of my plan is revolutionary. Currently the five permanent members have veto power. Votes on procedure require a nine-vote majority; votes on substance require a majority, including all five permanent members. I propose a tougher system. I propose unanimity.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “Select carefully the representative ten permanent members. They must get input and support from all the countries in their respective regions.”

  “It sounds like a nightmare.”

  “But it would work, and here is why. A nightmare is what happened to us last week. The time is right for the peoples of the world to rise up and insist that their governments disarm and destroy all but ten percent of their weapons. That ten percent would be, in effect, donated to the United Nations so it could return to its rightful place as a global peacekeeping body, with the authority and the power and the equipment to do the job.”

  Carpathia went on to educate the audience that it was in 1965 that the U.N. amended its original charter to increase the Security Council from 11 to 15. He said that the original veto power of the permanent members had hampered military peace efforts, such as in Korea and during the Cold War.

  “Sir, where did you get your encyclopedic knowledge of the U.N. and world affairs?”

  “We all find time to do what we really want to do. This is my passion.”

  “What is your personal goal? A leadership role in the European Common Market?”

  “No, I have no personal goal of leadership, except as a voice. We must disarm, we must empower the United Nations, we must move to one currency, and we must become a global village.”

  Rayford and Chloe sat in silence before their new television, taken with the fresh face and encouraging ideas of Nicolae Carpathia. “What a guy!” Chloe said at last. “I haven�
��t heard a politician with anything to say since I was a little girl, and I didn’t understand half of it then.”

  “He is something,” Rayford agreed. “It’s especially nice to see somebody who doesn’t seem to have a personal agenda.”

  Chloe smiled. “So you’re not going to start comparing him with the liar the pastor’s DVD warned us of, somebody from Europe who tries to take over the world?”

  “Hardly,” Rayford said. “There’s nothing evil or self-seeking about this guy. Something tells me the deceiver the pastor talked about would be a little more obvious.”

  “But,” Chloe said, “if he’s a deceiver, maybe he’s a good one.”

  “Hey, which side of this argument are you on? Does this guy look like the Antichrist to you?”

  She shook her head. “He looks like a breath of fresh air to me. If he starts trying to weasel his way into power, I might be suspicious, but a pacifist, content to be president of a small country? His only influence is his wisdom, and his only power is his sincerity and humility.”

  The phone rang. It was Hattie, eager to talk to Rayford. She was nearly manic with praise for Carpathia. “Did you see that guy? He’s so handsome! I just have to meet him. Do you have any flights scheduled to New York?”

  “Wednesday I have a late morning flight and come back the next morning. Then we’re going to see you for dinner that night, right?”

  “Yeah, and that’s great, but Rayford, would you mind if I tried to work that flight? I heard on the news that the death report on that magazine writer was wrong and he’s in New York. I’m going to see if I can meet with him and get him to introduce me to this Carpathia.”

  “You think he knows him?”

  “Buck knows everybody. He does all these big international stories. He’s got to. Even if he doesn’t, I wouldn’t mind seeing Buck.”

  That was a relief to Rayford. So Hattie wasn’t afraid to talk about two younger guys she was clearly interested in seeing, or at least meeting. He was sure she wasn’t just saying it to test his level of interest. Surely she knew he wasn’t interested in anyone with his wife so recently gone. Rayford wondered whether he should follow through on his plan to be honest with her about his past feelings for her. Maybe he should just jump right into urging that she watch the pastor’s DVD.

  “Well, good luck with it,” Rayford said lamely.

  “But can I apply for your flight?”

  “Why don’t you just see if it comes up that way on the schedule?”

  “Rayford!”

  “What?”

  “You don’t want me on your flight! Why? Have I said or done something?”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “You think I don’t know you squashed my last request?”

  “I didn’t exactly squash it. I just said—”

  “You might as well have.”

  “I said what I just told you. I’m not opposed to your working my flights, but why don’t you just let them come as they come?”

  “You know the odds of that! If I wait, the odds are against me. If I push for certain ones, with my seniority I can usually get them. Now what’s the deal, Rayford?”

  “Can we talk about this when you come for dinner?”

  “Let’s talk about it now.”

  Rayford paused, groping for words. “Look what your special requests do to the schedules, Hattie. Everybody else has to slide to accommodate you.”

  “That’s your reason? You’re worried about everybody else?”

  He didn’t want to lie. “Partly,” he said.

  “That never bothered you before. You used to encourage me to request your flights and sometimes you checked with me to make sure I had done it.”

  “I know.”

  “So, what’s changed?”

  “Hattie, please. I don’t want to discuss this by phone.”

  “Then meet me somewhere.”

  “I can’t do that. I can’t leave Chloe so soon after we’ve had a burglary.”

  “Then I’ll come there.”

  “It’s late.”

  “Rayford! Are you brushing me off?”

  “If I was brushing you off, I wouldn’t have invited you to dinner.”

  “With your daughter at your home? I think I’m getting set up for the royal brush.”

  “Hattie, what are you saying?”

  “Only that you enjoyed running around with me in private, pretending like something was going on.”

  “I’ll admit that.”

  “And I do feel bad about your wife, Rayford, I really do. You’re probably feeling guilty, even though we never did anything to feel guilty about. But don’t cast me aside before you have a chance to get over your loss and start living again.”

  “That’s not it. Hattie, what’s to cast aside? It’s not like we had a relationship. If we did, why are you so interested in this magazine guy and the Romanian?”

  “Everybody’s interested in Carpathia,” she said. “And Buck is the only way I know of to get to him. You can’t think I have designs on him. Really! An international newsmaker? Come on, Rayford.”

  “I don’t care if you do. I’m only saying, how does that jibe with whatever you thought we had going?”

  “You want me to not go to New York and to forget about both of them?”

  “Not at all. I’m hardly saying that.”

  “Because I will. If I had ever thought there was really a chance with you, I’d have pursued it, believe me.”

  Rayford was taken aback. His fears and assumptions were correct, but now he felt defensive. “You never thought there was a chance?”

  “You hardly gave me any indication. For all I knew you thought I was a cute kid, way too young, fun to be with, but don’t touch.”

  “There’s some truth to that.”

  “But you never once wished it was something more, Rayford?”

  “That’s something I would like to talk with you about, Hattie.”

  “You can answer it right now.”

  Rayford sighed. “Yes, there were times I wished it was something more.”

  “Well, glory be. I missed my guess. I had given up, figured you were an untouchable.”

  “I am.”

  “Now, sure. I can understand that. You’re in pain and probably worse because you were considering someone besides your wife for a while. But does that mean I can’t even fly with you, talk to you, have a drink with you? We could go back to the way things used to be, and except for what’s in your mind there still wouldn’t be anything wrong with it.”

  “It doesn’t mean you can’t talk with me or work with me when our schedules coincide. If I didn’t want to have anything to do with you, I wouldn’t have invited you over.”

  “I can see what that’s all about, Rayford. You can’t tell me I wasn’t going to get the ‘let’s be friends’ routine.”

  “Maybe that and a little more.”

  “Like what?”

  “Just something I want to tell you about.”

  “What if I told you I’m not interested in that kind of socializing? I don’t expect you to run to me now that your wife is gone, but I didn’t expect to be ignored either.”

  “How is having you over for dinner ignoring you?”

  “Why did you never have me over before?”

  Rayford was silent.

  “Well?”

  “It would have been inappropriate,” he muttered.

  “And now it’s inappropriate to meet any other way?”

  “Frankly, yes. But I do want to talk to you, and it isn’t about brushing you off.”

  “Is my curiosity supposed to force me to come now, Rayford? Because, I’ll tell you what, I have to decline. I’m going to be busy. Accept my regrets. Something came up, unavoidable, you understand.”

  “Please. Hattie. We really want you to come. I want you to.”

  “Rayford, don’t bother. There are plenty of flights to New York. I won’t go through any gymnastics to get on yours. In fact, I�
��ll make sure I stay away from them.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Of course I do. No hard feelings. I would have liked to have met Chloe, but you probably would have felt obligated to tell her you once nearly fell for me.”

  “Hattie, will you listen to me for a second? Please.”

  “No.”

  “I want you to come over Thursday night, and I really have something important to talk to you about.”

  “Tell me what it is.”

  “Not on the phone.”

  “Then I’m not coming.”

  “If I tell you generally, will you?”

  “Depends.”

  “Well, I know what the disappearances were all about, all right? I know what they meant, and I want to help you find the truth.”

  Hattie was dead silent for a long moment. “You haven’t become some kind of a fanatic, have you?”

  Rayford had to think about that one. The answer was yes, he most certainly had, but he wasn’t going to say that. “You know me better than that.”

  “I thought I did.”

  “Trust me, this is worth your time.”

  “Give me the basics, and I’ll tell you if I want to hear it.”

  “Absolutely not,” Rayford said, surprising himself with his resolve. “That I will not do, except in person.”

  “Then I’m not coming.”

  “Hattie!”

  “Good-bye, Rayford.”

  “Hat—”

  She hung up.

  CHAPTER 16

  “I wouldn’t do this for just anybody,” Steve Plank said after he and Buck had thanked Marge and headed to separate cabs. “I don’t know how long I can hold them off and convince them I’m you pretending to be someone else, so don’t be far behind.”

  “Don’t worry.”

  Steve took the first cab, Buck’s George Oreskovich press credentials on his chest. He was to go directly to the Plaza Hotel, where he would ask for his appointment with Carpathia. Buck’s hope was that Steve would be immediately intercepted, arrested as Buck, and clear the way for Buck to get in. If Buck was accosted by authorities, he would show his identity as Steve Plank. Both knew the plan was flimsy, but Buck was willing to try anything to keep from being extradited and framed for Alan Tompkins’s murder, and possibly even Dirk Burton’s.