Exodus: Book Two: Last Days Trilogy Read Online Free

learn that Pope John Paul had passed away last night from an apparent heart attack. Officials from the Vatican are saying...”
    Kyle shut off the radio to catch his bearings. He knew if he kept driving east he’d run into far too many people. The refugee traffic was already beginning to bottle up. They came from Chicago and the surrounding communities and as far away as Gary, Indiana, the closest refugee camp. So Kyle cut south onto a small two-lane road. Even though the traffic flow was heavy, he figured the authorities wouldn’t bother closing such a small road. He was wrong.
    He turned off the ignition when he saw the Army barricade. Traffic was steadily flowing out of Chicago, and none was going in.
    He rolled his window down when the soldier approached.
    “Road’s closed, sir,” said the soldier.
    “I didn’t know, I thought I could get in,” Kyle told him.
    “No, sir. You’ll have to back up and turn around.”
    “But I need to get into Chicago,” Kyle pleaded.
    “No one gets in,” the soldier repeated with strained politeness. “Please back up.”
    “My daughter is in there and I need...”
    “There is a full-scale evacuation. If she’s in there, we’ll get her out.”
    Kyle tossed the truck into gear and leaned out the open window. “Son, are all roads closed? Can you suggest a way I may be able to get in? I have to find her.”
    The soldier hesitated, and then flipped through his clipboard. “There’s a route 30 that breaks off up by North Aurora into a secondary road. I don’t think that’s been closed yet.”
    “Thank you.” Kyle smiled, sincerely. “Thank you very much.” He backed the truck up and turned into the grass off the road. He pulled out his map. “Thirty. Thirty. There.” He saw it was a good distance north and would take a while. But he had to try.
     

Los Angeles, CA
     
    “And they make these every day?” Devante sat in the dining room of Rev. Bailey’s home, staring at the front page of a newspaper.
    “Every day. And that’s not the only one,” Rev. Bailey said. “However, most people read the online version of these.”
    “Online.”
    “The internet it connects the world.”
    “No wonder word of my presence has spread over the countryside.”
    “You’re trending on social media.”
    “What is that?”
    “People open pages, it’s a way to connect.”
    “Do I need one of these social media pages?”
    “At this point a Devante Facebook profile is not needed.” Rev. Bailey sipped his coffee.
    “What does this mean? The phrasing is odd.” Devante showed Rev. Bailey the headline of ‘FEMA takes over smoothly in evacuation.’
    “The Federal Emergency Management Agency, FEMA. And Chicago getting blasted by fire from the sky is definitely an emergency. They have to get as many people out of there as possible. And by the headline, I would say it’s going well.”
    “God does not intend for these people to get out.”
    “God probably wasn’t thinking of...” Rev. Bailey peeked at the paper. “FEMA and Jack Ross.” He winked. “I’m sure God is not going to mind lives being saved.”
    “There is a point to be made.”
    “And you don’t think the destruction of Chicago, loss of life or not, is making a point?”
    “What do you pretend to know of how God feels?” Devante thundered.
    Rev. Bailey stammered, but no words came out.
    “Would you not think I would be the better judge?” This came softly.
    “Yes, but... Devante. Life is so precious.”
    “Yes, it is,” Devante answered. “But God’s people waste it. It is time for them to see what they have and what they can lose. You know the reason I am here. And I will speak no more about it until after tomorrow. You have my speaking place chosen. Correct?”
    “Yes.” Rev. Bailey nodded, his hands playing with his coffee cup.
    Devante turned another page and stopped. “Regina.”
    “Excuse me.” Rev. Bailey asked, his eyes going to the paper. Devante looked at a photograph of Reggie and