by Tim LaHaye
Buck listened as Rayford concluded: “At the end of this first twenty-one-month period, the mysterious seventh Seal Judgment will usher in the next twenty-one-month period, during which we will receive the seven Trumpet Judgments. I say the seventh Seal Judgment is mysterious because Scripture is not clear what form it will take. All the Bible says is that it is apparently so dramatic that there will be silence in heaven for half an hour. Then seven angels, each with a trumpet, prepare themselves to sound. We will study those judgments and talk about them as we move into that period. However, for now, I believe Bruce has left us with much to think and pray about.
“We have loved this man, we have learned from this man, and now we have eulogized him. Though we know he is finally with Christ, do not hesitate to grieve and mourn. The Bible says we are not to mourn as do the heathen, who have no hope, but it does not say we should not mourn at all. Embrace the grief and grieve with all your might. But don’t let it keep you from the task. What Bruce would have wanted above all else is that we stay about the business of bringing every person we can into the kingdom before it is too late.”
Rayford was exhausted. He closed in prayer, but rather than leaving the platform he merely sat and lowered his head. There was not the usual rush for the doors. Most continued to sit, while a few slowly and quietly began to make their way out.
CHAPTER 16
Buck helped Chloe into the Range Rover, but before he could get around to the driver’s side, he was accosted by Verna Zee.
“Verna! I didn’t see you! I’m glad you made it.”
“I made it all right, Cameron. I also recognized Tsion Ben-Judah!”
Buck fought to keep from covering her mouth with his hand. “I’m sorry?”
“He’s going to be in deep trouble when the Global Community peacekeeping forces find out where he is. Don’t you know he’s wanted all over the world? And that your passport and ID were found on one of his accomplices? Buck, you’re in as much trouble as he is. Steve Plank has been trying to get ahold of you, and I’m tired of pretending I have no idea what you’re up to.”
“Verna, we’re going to have to go somewhere and talk about this.”
“I can’t keep your secret forever, Buck. I’m not going down with you. That was a pretty impressive meeting, and it’s obvious everybody loved that Barnes guy. But do all these people believe that Nicolae Carpathia is the Antichrist?”
“I can’t speak for everyone.”
“But how about you, Buck? You report directly to the man. Are you going to write a story in one of his own magazines that says that?”
“I already have, Verna.”
“Yeah, but you’ve always represented it as a neutral report of what some believe. This is your church! These are your people! You buy into all this stuff.”
“Can we go somewhere and talk about this or not?” Buck said.
“I think we’d better. Anyway, I want to interview Tsion Ben-Judah. You can’t blame me for going for the scoop of a lifetime.”
Buck bit his tongue to keep from saying she wasn’t enough of a writer to do justice to a story like Ben-Judah anyway. “Let me get back to you tomorrow,” he said. “And then we can—”
“Tomorrow? Today, Buck. Let’s meet at the office this afternoon.”
“This afternoon is not good. I’m coming back here for the viewing at four.”
“Then how about six-thirty?”
“Why does it have to be today?” Buck asked.
“It doesn’t. I could just tell Steve Plank or Carpathia himself or anybody I want exactly what I’ve seen today.”
“Verna, I took a huge risk in helping you out the other night and letting you stay at Loretta’s home.”
“You sure did. And you may regret it for the rest of your life.”
“So none of what you heard here today made any impact on you?”
“Yes, it did. It made me wonder why I went soft on you all of a sudden. You people are wacko, Buck. I’m gonna need some compelling reason to keep quiet about you.”
That sounded like extortion, but Buck also realized that Verna had apparently stayed for the entire service that morning. Something had to be working on her. Buck wanted to find out how she could relegate the prophecies of Revelation and what had happened in the world in the last twenty months or so to mere coincidence. “All right,” he said. “Six-thirty at the office.”
Rayford and the other elders had agreed there would be no more formality at the viewing. No prayer, no message, no eulogies, no nothing. Just a procession of people filing past the coffin and paying their last respects. Someone had suggested opening the fellowship hall for refreshments, but Rayford, having been tipped off by Buck, decided against it. A ribbon was draped across the stairway, from wall to wall, to keep everyone from going downstairs. A sign indicated the viewing would last from 4 to 6 p.m.
At about five, while a crowd of hundreds slowly moved past the casket in a line that stretched out the front door, through the parking lot, and down the street, Buck wheeled into Loretta’s parking spot with the Range Rover full of people.
“Chloe, I promise this is the last time I take advantage of your ailment and use you as a decoy.”
“A decoy for what? Do you think Carpathia is here and is going to grab you or Tsion?”
Buck chuckled. Rayford had been in the sanctuary since just before four. Now, Buck, Chloe, Amanda, Tsion, and Loretta emerged from the Range Rover. Amanda got on one side of Chloe and Loretta on the other. They helped her up the back steps as Buck opened the door. Buck peeked at the parishioners waiting in line to get into the church. Nearly all ignored his little group. Those who idly watched them seemed to be concentrating on the pretty young newlywed, her ankle cast, her sling, and her cane.
As the three women made their way to the office, planning to view the body when the crowd dissipated, Buck and Tsion slipped away. When Buck entered the office about twenty minutes later, Chloe asked, “Where’s Tsion?”
“He’s around,” Buck said.
Rayford stood near Bruce’s coffin, shaking hands with mourners. Donny Moore approached. “I’m sorry to bother you with a question right here,” Donny said, “but would you know where I could find Mr. Williams? He ordered some stuff from me, and I’ve got it for him.”
Rayford directed him to the office.
As Donny and dozens of others filed past, Rayford wondered how long Hattie Durham would be with her mother in Denver. Carpathia had scheduled a meeting with Pontifex Maximus Peter Mathews, who had recently been named Supreme Pontiff of Enigma Babylon One World Faith, a conglomeration of all the religions in the world. Carpathia wanted Rayford back to New Babylon by the Thursday after next to fly the Condor 216 to Rome. There he was to pick up Mathews and bring him to New Babylon. Carpathia had made noises about headquartering Mathews and One World Faith in New Babylon, along with almost every other international organization.
Rayford found himself numb, shaking hand after hand. He tried not to look at Bruce’s body. He busied himself remembering what else he’d heard Carpathia saying through that ingenious reverse intercom bugging device the late Earl Halliday had installed in the Condor. Most interesting to Rayford was Carpathia’s insistence on taking over leadership of several of the groups and committees that had been headed by his old friend and financial angel Jonathan Stonagal. Buck had told Rayford and the rest of the Tribulation Force that he was in the room when Carpathia murdered Stonagal and then brainwashed everyone else to believe they’d just witnessed a suicide. With Carpathia now angling his way into the leadership of international relations committees, commissions on international harmony, and, most important, secret financial cooperatives, his motives for that murder became clear.
Rayford let his mind wander to the good old days, when all he had to do was show up at O’Hare on time, fly his routes, and come home. Of course, he was not a believer then. Not the kind of husband and father he should have been. The good old days really hadn’t been so good at all.
Buck was busy with Donny Moore, learning the incredible features of the new computers, when he heard Loretta on the phone.
“Yes, Verna,” she was saying, “he’s busy with someone right now, but I’ll tell him you said Steve Plank called.”
Buck excused himself from Donny for a second and mouthed to Loretta, “If she’s at the office, ask her if my checks are there.”
Buck had been away from both the New York and Chicago offices on paydays for several weeks and was pleased to see Loretta nodding after she had asked Verna about the checks. One thing he had seen in Bruce’s printouts, and which had been corroborated by Tsion, was that he needed to start investing in gold. Cash would soon be meaningless. He had to start stockpiling some sort of financial resource because, even in the best-case scenario, even if Verna became a believer and protected him from Carpathia, he couldn’t maintain this ruse for long. That relationship would end. His income would dry up. He would not be able to buy or sell without the mark of the beast anyway, and the new world order Carpathia was so proud of could virtually starve him out.
By a quarter to six, the sanctuary was nearly empty. Rayford headed back to the office. He shut the door behind him. “We can have our moment alone with Bruce’s body in a few minutes,” he said.
The Tribulation Force, plus Loretta and minus Tsion, sat somberly. “So, that’s what Donny Moore brought you?” Rayford said, nodding at the stack of laptops.
“Yep. One for each of us. I asked Loretta if she wanted one too.”
Loretta waved him off, smiling. “I wouldn’t know what to do with it. I probably couldn’t even open it.”
“Where’s Tsion?” Rayford said. “I really think we ought to keep him with us for a while and—”
“Tsion is safe,” Buck said, looking carefully at Rayford.
“Uh-huh.”
“What does that mean?” Loretta asked. “Where is he?”
Rayford sat in a chair on wheels and rolled it close to Loretta. “Ma’am, there are some things we are not going to tell you, for your own good.”
“Well,” she said, “what would you say if I told you I didn’t appreciate that very much?”
“I can understand, Loretta—”
“I’m not so sure you can, Captain Steele. I’ve had things kept from me all my life just because I was a polite, southern lady.”
“A southern belle is more like it,” Rayford said.
“Now you’re patronizin’ me, and I don’t appreciate that either.”
Rayford was taken aback. “I’m sorry, Loretta, I meant no offense.”
“Well, it offends me to have secrets kept from me.”
Rayford leaned forward. “I’m quite serious about doing this for your own good. The fact is, someday, and I mean someday very soon, very high-placed officials may try to force you to tell them where Tsion is.”
“And you think if I know where he is, I’ll crack.”
“If you don’t know where he is, you can’t crack and don’t even have to worry about it.”
Loretta pursed her lips and shook her head. “I know y’all are livin’ dangerous lives. I feel like I’ve risked a lot just by puttin’ you up. Now I’m only your landlady, is that it?”
“Loretta, you’re one of the dearest people in the world to us, that’s who you are. We wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. That’s why, even though I know it offends you—and that’s the last thing I want to do—I’m not going to let you intimidate me into telling you where Tsion is. You’ll be able to communicate with him by phone, and we can communicate with him by computer. Someday you may thank us for withholding this from you.”
Amanda interrupted. “Rayford, are you and Buck saying that Tsion is where I think he is?”
Rayford nodded.
“Is that necessary already?” Chloe asked.
“I’m afraid so. I wish I could say how long it will be for the rest of us.”
Loretta, clearly peeved, stood and paced, her arms folded across her chest. “Captain Steele, sir, could you tell me one thing? Could you tell me that you’re not keepin’ this from me because you think I’d blab it all over?”
Rayford stood. “Loretta, come here.”
She stopped and stared at him.
“Come on now,” he said. “Come right over here and let me hug you. I’m young enough to be your son, so don’t be taking this as condescending.”
Loretta seemed to be refusing to smile, but she did slowly approach Rayford. He embraced her. “Ma’am, I’ve known you long enough to know that you don’t tell secrets. The fact is, the people who might ask you about Tsion Ben-Judah’s whereabouts wouldn’t hesitate to use a lie detector or even truth serum if they thought you knew. If they could somehow force you to give him up against your will, it could really hurt the cause of Christ.”
She hugged him. “All right then,” she said. “I still think I’m a tougher bird than you people seem to think, but all right. If I didn’t think you were doin’ this with my best interests in mind, misguided as y’all are, I’d throw you out of my boardinghouse.”
That made everybody smile. Everybody except Loretta.
There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me, sir,” the funeral director said to Rayford. “The sanctuary is empty.”
Buck was last in line as the five of them filed into the sanctuary and stood by Bruce’s coffin. At first Buck felt guilty. He was strangely unmoved. He realized he had expended his emotion during the memorial service. He knew so well that Bruce was no longer there that he largely felt nothing by simply noting that his friend was, indeed, dead.
And yet he was able to use these moments, standing there with the people closest to him in the world, to think about how dramatically and specifically God had acted in his behalf even just within the last several hours. If there was one thing he had learned from Bruce, it was that the Christian life was a series of new beginnings. What had God done for him lately? What hadn’t he done for him? Buck only wished he would feel the same compulsion to renew his commitment to the service of Christ when God didn’t seem so close.
Twenty minutes later, Buck and Chloe pulled into the parking lot of Global Community Weekly. Only Verna’s car was in the lot.
To Buck, it seemed Verna looked both surprised and disappointed to see Chloe hobbling in with him. Chloe must have noticed too. “Am I not welcome here?” she said.
“Of course,” Verna said. “If Buck needs someone to hold his hand.”
“Why would I need someone to hold my hand?”
They sat in a small conference room with Verna at the head of the table. She leaned back in her seat and steepled her fingers. “Buck, we both know I hold all the cards now, don’t we?”
“What happened to the new Verna?” Buck asked.
“There was no new Verna,” she said. “Just a slightly mellower version of the old Verna.”
Chloe leaned forward. “Then nothing we’ve said, nothing you and I have talked about, nothing you’ve seen or heard or experienced at Loretta’s house or at the church has meant anything to you whatsoever?”
“Well, I have to admit I appreciate the new car. It is better than the one I had. Of course, that was only fair, and the least Buck could do for me after ruining mine.”
“So,” Chloe said, “your moments of vulnerability, your admitting that you had been jealous of Buck, and your realization that you h
ad been inappropriate in how you talked with him, that was all, what, made up?”
Verna stood. She put her hands on her hips and stared down at Buck and Chloe. “I’m really surprised at how petty this conversation has begun. We’re not talking about office politics here. We’re not talking about personality conflicts. The fact is, Buck, you’re not loyal to your employer. It’s not just a matter of worrying, because it isn’t journalism the way it’s supposed to be. I’ve got a problem with that myself. I even told Chloe that, didn’t I, Chloe?”
“You did.”
“Carpathia has bought up all the news outlets, I know that,” Verna continued. “None of us old-fashioned journalists enjoy the prospect of covering news our owner is making. We don’t like being expected to put his spin on everything. But, Buck, you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You’re a spy. You’re the enemy. You not only don’t like the man, you also think he’s the Antichrist himself.”
“Why don’t you sit down, Verna?” Chloe said. “We all know the little negotiation hints from the books that teach you how to look out for number one. I can’t speak for Buck, but your trying to tower over me doesn’t intimidate me.”
“I’ll sit down, but only because I want to.”
“So, what’s your game?” Chloe said. “Are you about to engage in extortion?”
“Speaking of that,” Buck said, “I’ll thank you for my checks for the last several weeks.”
“I haven’t touched them. They’re in your top drawer. And no, I’m not a blackmailer. It just seems to me your life depends on who knows or doesn’t know that you’re harboring Tsion Ben-Judah.”