Mighty and Strong by Michael Wallace

Author:Michael Wallace [Wallace, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Religion, Mystery, Thriller, Spirituality
ISBN: 1612182194
Amazon: B005J61E96
Barnesnoble: B005J61E96
Goodreads: 10516420
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2015-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The Anti-Christ’s agents had picked up Fear-Not’s trail. He was supposed to meet Vigilant and Zeal at Liberty Park, past the arbors and near the fountains. He saw Vigilant sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper. Together they’d walk to meet the younger man near the aviary on the south side of the park.

Fear-Not had fought an anxious gnawing in his gut all morning. He’d left Zarahemla early that morning, frustrated. The saints weren’t ready. They prepared food storage and an arsenal of weapons to defend the compound against the wicked. Voices broke during testimony meetings as men and women shared their love of the Lord and the prophet and told how eagerly they awaited the Second Coming.

And yet…and yet he heard people talking about Christmas, about who their young children would marry, about how big the church might be in a year or three or twenty. And he stared at them in bewilderment and growing anger.

He wanted to stand on the nearest table and shout. Why do you think the Lord sent a prophet, you fools?

Did the Lord show Moses the burning bush twenty years before leading Israel out of Egypt? Was John the Baptist crying in the wilderness about the coming of the Christ a century before Jesus was born?

There wouldn’t be another year or three. There wouldn’t be another Christmas.

He was so preoccupied with these thoughts that he must have overlooked the enemies following in their car. He gave a couple of glances around the park, but didn’t see anyone there either.

Men could have been hiding among the trees, or strolling along, trying to look inconspicuous. If there were agents, Fear-Not didn’t see them. Suspected nothing, in fact. No attention or signs of danger since they’d abandoned reconnaissance of Temple Square.

Vigilant sat on a bench, reading a newspaper. As Fear-Not approached, he whistled a few bars from, “Come, Come Ye Saints,” an old pioneer tune. That was the older man’s cue to lower the newspaper, slide to the side of the bench. A few quick words and they’d look for Zeal at the aviary.

Instead, Vigilant straightened his newspaper, then folded it back and started to read the other side. He didn’t look up.

It was one of the alternate signs. You’re being followed.

Followed? The whistle died on Fear-Not’s lips. Had he paid such poor attention that he failed to notice the tail? How had Vigilant noticed the enemy, and he hadn’t?

He continued without slowing his pace. First, the unwelcome attention on Temple Square, and now they were following him throughout the city. But how did they know where to find him? He must have picked up a tail all the way back in Manti, or maybe they’d bugged his truck, even though he alternated vehicles every time he left the compound.

Fear-Not had grown more and more cautious. There might be a mole in the compound, maybe that doctor who’d shown up unexpectedly, maybe someone else. The FBI might have other agents in Manti or Salt Lake that he hadn’t noted.

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