Left Behind: A Novel Of Earth's Last Days (30 page)

“Yeah, you.”

“Too late. I’m gone tomorrow. Now seriously, you want to work for Juan?”

“You wouldn’t recommend him.”

“I’m not going to recommend anybody but you. You don’t take it, you’re on your own. You take your chances you’ll wind up working for a colleague who already resents you. How many hot assignments you think you’ll get then?”

“If I got dumped on, I’d threaten to go to Time or somewhere. Bailey wouldn’t let that happen.”

“You turn down a promotion, he might make it happen. Rejecting advancement is not a good career move.”

“I just want to write.”

“Tell me you haven’t thought you could run this editorial department better than I do at times.”

“A lot of times.”

“Here’s your chance.”

“Bailey would never stand for my assigning myself all the best stuff.”

“Make that a condition of your acceptance. If he doesn’t like it, it’s his decision, not yours.”

For the first time, Buck allowed a sliver of light to enter his head about the possibility of taking the executive editor job. “I still can’t believe you’d leave to become a press secretary, Steve. Even for Nicolae Carpathia.”

“Do you know what’s in store for him, Buck?”

“A little.”

“There’s a sea of power and influence and money behind him that will propel him to world prominence so quick it’ll make everyone’s head spin.”

“Listen to yourself. You’re supposed to be a journalist.”

“I hear myself, Buck. I wouldn’t feel this way about anybody else. No U.S. president could turn my head like this, no U.N. secretary-general.”

“You think he’ll be bigger than that.”

“The world is ready for Carpathia, Buck. You were there Monday. You saw it. You heard it. Have you ever met anyone like him?”

“No.”

“You never will again, either. If you ask me, Romania is too small for him. Europe is too small for him. The U.N. is too small for him.”

“What’s he gonna be, Steve, king of the world?”

Steve laughed. “That won’t be the title, but don’t put it past him. The best part is, he’s not even aware of his own presence. He doesn’t seek these roles. They are thrust upon him because of his intellect, his power, his passion.”

“You know, of course, that Stonagal is behind him.”

“Of course. But he’ll soon supersede Stonagal in influence because of his charisma. Stonagal can’t be too visible, and so he will never have the masses behind him. When Nicolae comes to power, he’ll in essence have jurisdiction over Stonagal.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?”

“I say it’ll happen sooner than any of us can imagine, Buck.”

“Except you, of course.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. You know I’ve always had good instincts. I’m sure I’m sitting on one of the greatest rises to power of anyone in history. Maybe the greatest. And I’ll be right there helping it happen.”

“What do you think of my instincts, Steve?”

Steve pressed his lips together. “Other than your writing and reporting, your instincts are the things I most envy.”

“Then rest easy. My gut feeling is the same as yours. And except that I could never be anybody’s press secretary, I almost envy you. You are uniquely positioned to enjoy the ride of your life.”

Steve smiled. “We’ll keep in touch. You’ll always have access, to me and to Nicolae.”

“I can’t ask for more than that.”

Marge interrupted on the intercom without signaling first. “Hit your TV, Steve, or whoever’s TV it is now.”

Steve smiled at Buck and switched on.
CNN
was broadcasting live from Jerusalem, where two men had tried to attack the preachers at the Wailing Wall, Dan Bennett was on the scene for
CNN
.

“It was an ugly and dangerous confrontation for what many here are calling the two heretical prophets, known only as Moishe and Eli,” Bennett said. “We know these names only because they have referred to each other thus, but we have been unable to locate anyone who knows anymore about them. We know of no last names, no cities no families or friends. They have been taking turns preaching—preaching, if you will—for hours and continuing to claim that Jesus Christ is the Messiah. They have proclaimed over and over that the great worldwide disappearances last week, including many here in Israel, evidence of Christ’s rapture of his church.

“A heckler asked why they had not, disappeared, if they new so much. The one called Moishe answered, quote, ‘Where we come from and where we go we cannot know.’ His companion, Eli, was quoted, ‘In his house are many mansions,’ apparently a quotation attributed to Christ.

“Surrounded by zealots most of the day, the preachers were finally attacked just moments ago by two men in their mid-twenties. Watch the tape as our cameras caught the action. You can see the two at the back of the crowd, working their way to the front. Both are wearing long, hooded robes and are bearded. You can see that they produce weapons as they emerge from the crowd. One has an Uzi automatic weapon and the other a bayonet-type knife that appears to have come from an Israeli issue military rifle. The one wielding the knife surges forward first, displaying his weapon to Moishe, who had been speaking. Eli, behind him, immediately falls to his knees, his face toward the sky. Moishe stops speaking and merely looks at the man, who appears to trip. He sprawls while the man with the Uzi points the weapon at the preachers and appears to pull the trigger.

“There is no sound of gunfire as the Uzi apparently jams, and the attacker seems to trip over his partner and both wind up on the ground. The group of onlookers has backed away and run for cover, but watch again closely as we rerun this. The one with the gun seems to fall of his own accord.

“As we speak, both attackers lie at the feet of the preachers, who continue to preach. Angry onlookers demand help for the attackers, and Moishe is speaking in Hebrew. Let’s listen and we’ll translate as we go.

“He’s saying, ‘Men of Zion, pick up your dead! Remove from before us these jackals who have no power over us!’

“A few from the crowd approach tentatively while Israeli soldiers gather at the entrance to the Wall. The zealots are waving them off. Eli is speaking. ‘You who aid the fallen are not in danger unless you come against the anointed ones of the Most High,’ apparently referring to himself and his partner. The fallen attackers are being rolled onto their backs, and those attending them are weeping and shouting and backing away. ‘Dead! Both dead!’ they are saying, and now the crowd seems to want the soldiers to enter. They are clearing the way. The soldiers are, of course, heavily armed. Whether they will try to arrest the strangers, we don’t know, but from what we saw, the two preachers neither attacked nor defended themselves against the men now on the ground.

“Moishe is speaking again: ‘Carry off your dead, but do not come nigh to us, says the Lord God of Hosts!’ This he has said with such volume and authority that the soldiers quickly have checked pulses and carried off the men.

“We will report any word we receive on the two who attempted to attack the preachers here at the Wall in Jerusalem. At this moment, the preachers have continued their shouting, proclaiming, ‘Jesus of Nazareth, born in Bethlehem, King of the Jews, the Chosen one, Ruler of all nations.’”

Marge and a few others on the staff had drifted into the office during the telecast. “If that doesn’t beat all” one said. “What a couple of kooks.”

“Which two?” Buck said. “You can’t say the preach whoever they are, didn’t warn ‘em.”

“What’s going on over there?” someone else asked.

“All I know,” Buck said, “Is that things happen there that no one can explain.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “If you believe in the Virgin birth, that’s been true for centuries.”

Buck rose. “I’ve got to get to
JFK
,” he said.

“What are you gonna do about the job?”

“I’ve got twenty-four hours, remember?”

“Don’t use them all. Answer too quick, you look eager; too slow, you took indecisive.”

Buck knew Steve was right. He was going to have to accept the promotion just to protect himself from other pretenders. He didn’t want to be obsessed with it all day. Buck was glad for the diversion of seeing Hattie Durham. His only question now was whether he would recognize her. They had met under most traumatic circumstances.

Rayford and Chloe arrived in New York just after noon on Wednesday and went directly to the Pan-Con Club to wait for Hattie Durham. “I’m guessing she won’t show,” Chloe said.

“Why?”

“Because I wouldn’t if I were her.”

“You’re not her, thank God.”

“Oh, don’t put her down, Dad. What makes you any better?”

Rayford felt awful. Chloe was right. Why should he think less of Hattie just because she seemed dim at times? That hadn’t bothered him when he had seen her only as a physical diversion. And now, just because she had been nasty with him on the phone and never acknowledged his last invitation to meet today, he had categorized her as less desirable or less deserving.

“I am no better,” he conceded. “But why wouldn’t you show up if you were her?”

“Because I’d have an idea of what you’d have in mind. You’re going to tell her you no longer have feelings for her, but that now you care about her eternal soul.”

“You make that sound cheap.”

“Why should it impress her that you care about her soul when she thinks you used to be interested in her as a person?”

“That’s just it, Chloe. I wasn’t ever interested in her as a person.”

“She doesn’t know that. Because you were so circumspect and so careful, she thought you were better than most men, who would just come right out and hit on her. I’m sure she feels bad about Mom, and she probably understands that you’re not in any state of mind to start new relationship. But it can’t make her day to be sent away like it was just as much her fault.”

“It was, though.”

“No, it wasn’t, Dad. She was available. You shouldn’t have been, but you were giving signals like you were. In this day and age, that made you fair game.”

He shook his head. “Maybe that was why I was never good at that game.”

“I’m glad, for Mom’s sake, that you weren’t.”

“So, you think I shouldn’t what, let her down easy or I her about God?”

“You’ve already let her down, Daddy. She guessed what you were going to say and you confirmed it. That’s why I say she won’t come. She’s still hurt. Probably.”

“Oh, she was mad, all right.”

“Then what makes you think she’s going to be receptive to your heaven pitch?”

“It’s not a pitch! Anyway, doesn’t it prove I care about her in a genuine way now?”

Chloe went and got a soft drink. When she returned and sat next to her father, she put a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want to sound like a know-it-all,” she said. “I know you’re more than twice my age, but let me give you an idea how a woman thinks, especially someone like Hattie. OK?”

“I’m all ears.”

“Does she have any religious background?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You never asked? She never said?”

“Neither of us ever gave it much thought.”

“You never complained to her about Mom’s obsession, like you sometimes did with me?”

“Come to think of it, I did. Of course, I was trying to use that to prove that your mother and I were not communicating.”

“But Hattie didn’t say anything about her own thoughts about God?”

Rayford tried to remember. “You know, I think she did say something supportive, or maybe sympathetic, about your mom.”

“That makes sense. Even if she had wanted to come between you, she might have wanted to be sure you were the one putting the wedge between yourself and Mom, not her.”

“I’m not following.”

“That’s not my point anyway. What I’m getting at is that you can’t expect someone who is not even a church person to give a rip about heaven and God and all that. If I am having trouble dealing with it, and I love you and it’s become the most important thing in your life. You can’t assume she has any interest, especially if it’s to her as a sort of a consolation prize after losing your attention.”

“But my attention is purer now, more genuine!”

“To you, maybe. To her this is going to be much less active than the possibility of having someone who she thought might love her and be there for her.”

“That’s what God will do for her.”

“Which sounds real good to you. I’m just telling you, not going to be something she wants to hear”

“So what if she does show up? Should I not talk to about it?”

“I don’t know. If she shows, that might mean she’s still hoping there’s a chance with you. Is there?”

“No.”

“Then you owe it to her to make that clear. But don’t so emphatic, and don’t choose that time to try to sell on—”

“Stop talking about my faith as something I’m trying sell or pitch.”

“Sorry. I in just trying to reflect how it’s going to sound to her.”

Rayford had no idea what to say or do about Hattie. He feared his daughter was right, and that gave him a glimpse of where her mind was, too. Bruce Barnes had told him that most people are blind and deaf to the truth until they find it; then it makes all the sense in the world. How could he argue? That’s what had happened to him.

Hattie had rushed up to Buck when he arrived at the club around eleven. His anticipation of any possibilities dissipated when the first thing out of her mouth was, “So, am I gonna get to meet Nicolae Carpathia?”

When Buck had originally promised to try to introduce her to Nicolae, he hadn’t thought it through. Now, after hearing Steve rhapsodize about the prominence of Carpathia, he felt trivial calling to ask if he could introduce a friend, a fan. He called Dr. Rosenzweig. “Doc, I feel kinda stupid about this, and maybe you should just say no, that he’s too busy. I know he’s got a lot on his plate and this girl is no one he needs to meet.”

“It’s a girl?”

“Well, a young woman. She’s a flight attendant.”

“You want him to meet a flight attendant?”

Buck didn’t know what to say. That reaction was exactly what he had feared. When he hesitated, he heard Rosenzweig cover the phone and call out for Carpathia. “Doc, no! Don’t ask him!”