The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
page 108 of 881 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Babcock was back in his corner, chattering away. It was funny: something about Babcock always gnawed at him. It was as if Richards was *his*, like Babcock owned a piece of him. He couldn't shake the feeling. Richards could sit and listen to the guy for hours. Sometimes he'd fall asleep at the monitors, still wearing the earphones.
He checked his watch again, knowing that he shouldn't but unable to stop himself. It was just past three. He wasn't in the mood for another hand of cards, never mind that little bastard in Seattle, and the hours of waiting for the van to pull into the compound suddenly opened before him like a mouth that could swallow him whole.
There was no fighting it. He adjusted the volume and settled back to listen, wondering what the sounds he heard were trying to tell him.
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- posted by Kerry Burgess 09:27 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 28 October 2018
