TEC: Chapter 15: On to Florida!
Now that Murphy has flown from North Carolina to Washngton, D.C. to have one meal with Isis, he immediately hops back on a plane and flies to Orlando.
I mean, I assume that’s what he does. In the last chapter, he was rolling his eyes at security, because Murphy is SO ACTIVE and HATES TO WAIT IN LINE (he’s special like that) and then having dinner with Isis, who lives in Washington, and now he’s in Orlando, where the old man raving about the End Times lives.
Yanno, much has been made of LaHaye and Jenkins’ love of travel minutiae, but this is the one time I wish they included just a sentence to let us know what Murphy’s doing. ‘Cause that’s an awful lot of plane trips for a guy on a professor’s salary on a weekend jaunt. He’s not Tony Stark, after all–hopping a plane for one date like a boss.
Anyway, Orlando only makes me think of one thing, Disney World, so I amused myself for a few minutes by reading about how Frozen is for teh gayness and bestiality, and the Disney movies and parks promote EVIL MAGIC!!1!!11!!
Anyway, Murphy visits the guy at his nursing home, and he “didn’t look like someone who was out of his mind and not in touch with reality.”
Murphy thinks this because he sees the guy (one Dr. Harley Anderson) sitting and reading. Which is enough to make an accurate diagnosis, I suppose.
Oh, and the very first thing Anderson says to Murphy is that he doesn’t have the best memory.
Going on nothing more than Murphy’s declaration that he is a professor of biblical archeology, Anderson unburdens himself on our Murph. He reveals that he was an embryologist and in vitro fertilizer in Transylvania.
FROM THIS, Murphy immediately concludes that “Anderson was not suffering from Alzheimer’s or another brain disorder.”
This despite the fact that Anderson brags that he and his colleague beat the first real in vitro baby by 12 years. (Hilariously, Wiki-Murphy pulls the names of the two doctors right out of the air.)
Anderson goes on, and I swear I am just reporting here what is written in the book: this American doctor working in Transylvania artificially inseminated a young Gypsy girl at the behest of the Friends of the New World Order. Despite being hired by group called the FRIENDS OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER and being provided with the sperm and egg from them, the two doctors proceeded as normal, and a baby boy was born. Then, the other doctor was killed “in a mysterious automobile accident,” and Anderson threatened to tell what he knew unless the Friends of the New World Order spared him and his family. So they did, because they’re nice like that. And now that his family is all dead, Anderson is walking the streets, raving about the end of the world, because he has become convinced that the baby boy (now in his thirties, of course) will become the AntiChrist.
Murphy was riveted.
I bet he was. By the way, obviously Murphy has hit the jackpot with this crazy old man who was raving about the End Times, but how many wild goose chases has he gone on before now? I mean, he flew all the way down here solely based on a time news clipping that mentioned nothing about evil babies and new world orders. And he has a “collection” of such clippings. I guess it’s just more evidence that despite being a terribly busy and important professor and having classes and stuff, Murphy also has unlimited free time and money.
Anyway, just as Murphy is getting around to telling Anderson about Jesus, and how he forgives anyone, “no matter how wicked or selfish they have been” (which seems an odd thing to say, as Anderson’s story makes him out to be more stupid and clueless than wicked and selfish), visiting hours end.
That night in his hotel room, Murphy sees a news report that the police officer who took care of Anderson when he was raving in the streets was killed by a falcon.
That has to be Talon’s work!
Yes, thank you for that, Murphy, because the readers would never be able to figure that out on their own. By the way, of all the people to kill, why the poor cop who booked the raving old guy? He didn’t know anything, and even if he did hear Anderson say anything remotely significant, he would write it off as…well, the ravings of a delusional old man.
But hey, it sure warns Murphy to Talon’s presence! What a great stealth killer Talon is.