Nothing to Lose
look?”
Reacher said, “No.” He didn’t want the minister to see the drunk guy. From a distance he was out of sight on the reclined seat, below the window line. Close up, he was big and obvious. Abandoning a broken-down truck in the middle of nowhere was one thing. Abandoning a comatose passenger was another. “No point, believe me. I’ll have to send a tow truck. Or set fire to the damn thing.”
“I’m headed north to Yuma. You’re welcome to join me, for all or part of the way.”
Reacher nodded. Called up the map in his head. The Yuma road crossed the Hope road about two hours ahead. The same road he had come in on originally, with the old guy in the green Grand Marquis. He would need to find a third ride, for the final western leg. His ETA was now about ten in the morning, with luck. He said, “Thanks. I’ll jump out about halfway to Yuma.”
The guy in the dog collar smiled his wholesome smile again and said, “Hop in.”
The U-Haul was a full-sized pick-up frame overwhelmed by a box body a little longer and wider and a lot taller than a pick-up’s load bed. It sagged and wallowed and the extra weight and aerodynamic resistance made it slow. It struggled up close to sixty miles an hour and stayed there. Wouldn’t go any faster. Inside it smelled of warm exhaust fumes and hot oil and plastic. But the seat was cloth, as advertised, and reasonably comfortable. Reacher had to fight to stay awake. He wanted to be good company. He didn’t want to replicate the drunk guy’s manners.
He asked, “What are you hauling?”
The guy in the collar said, “Used furniture. Donations. We run a mission in Yuma.”
“We?”
“Our church.”
“What kind of a mission?”
“We help the homeless and the needy.”
“What kind of a church?”
“We’re Anglicans, plain vanilla, middle of the road.”
“Do you play the guitar?”
The guy smiled again. “We try to be inclusive.”
“Where I’m going, there’s an End Times Church.”
The minister shook his head. “An End Times congregation, maybe. It’s not a recognized denomination.”
“What do you know about them?”
“Have you read the Book of Revelation?”
Reacher said, “I’ve heard of it.”
The minister said, “Its correct title is The Revelation of Saint John the Divine. Most of the original is lost, of course. It was written either in Ancient Hebrew or Aramaic, and copied by hand many times, and then translated into Koine Greek, and copied by hand many times, and then translated into Latin, and copied by hand many times, and then translated into Elizabethan English and printed, with opportunities for error and confusion at every single stage. Now it reads like a bad acid trip. I suspect it always did. Possibly all the translations and all the copying actually improved it.”
“What does it say?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Are you serious?”
“Some of our homeless people make more sense.”
“What do people think it says?”
“Broadly, the righteous ascend to heaven, the unholy are left on earth and are visited by various colorful plagues and disasters, Christ returns to battle the Antichrist in an Armageddon scenario, and no one winds up very happy.”
“Is that the same as the Rapture?”
“The Rapture is the ascending part. The plagues and the fighting are separate. They come afterward.”
“When is all this supposed to happen?”
“It’s perpetually imminent, apparently.”
Reacher thought back to Thurman’s smug little speech in the metal plant. There are signs, he had said. And the possibility of precipitating events.
Reacher asked, “What would be the trigger?”
“I’m not sure there’s a trigger, as such. Presumably a large element of divine will would be involved. One would certainly hope so.”
“Pre-echoes, then? Ways to know it’s coming?”
The minister shrugged at the wheel. “End Times people read the Bible like other people listen to Beatles records backward. There’s something about a red calf being born in the Holy Land. End Times enthusiasts are real keen on that part. They comb through ranches, looking for cattle a little more auburn than usual. They ship pairs to Israel, hoping they’ll breed a perfect redhead. They want to get things started. That’s another key characteristic. They can’t wait. Because they’re all awfully sure they’ll be among the righteous. Which makes them self-righteous, actually. Most people accept that who gets saved is
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