The Langoliers (fpm-1) by Stephen King

Author:Stephen King [King, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf, thriller

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They all fell silent, their faces long and listening. Brian thought he heard something, then decided it was the sound of his own heart. Or simply imagination.

“I want to go out by the windows again,” Nick said abruptly. He stepped over Craig’s prone body without so much as a glance down and strode from the restaurant without another word.

“Hey!” Bethany cried. “Hey, I want to come, too!”

Albert followed her; most of the others trailed after. “What about you two?” Brian asked Laurel and Dinah.

“I don’t want to go,” Dinah said. “I can hear it as well as I want to from here.” She paused and added: “But I’m going to hear it better, I think, if we don’t get out of here soon.”

Brian glanced at Laurel Stevenson.

“I’ll stay here with Dinah,” she said quietly.

“All right,” Brian said. “Keep away from Mr Toomy.”

“Keep away from Mr Toomy.” Craig mimicked savagely from his place on the floor. He turned his head with an effort and rolled his eyes in their sockets to look at Brian. “You really can’t get away with this, Captain Engle. I don’t know what game you and your Limey friend think you’re playing, but you can’t get away with it. Your next piloting job will probably be running cocaine in from Colombia after dark. At least you won’t be lying when you tell your friends all about what a crack pilot you are.”

Brian started to reply, then thought better of it. Nick said this man was at least temporarily insane, and Brian thought Nick was right. Trying to reason with a madman was both useless and time-consuming.

“We’ll keep our distance, don’t worry,” Laurel said. She drew Dinah over to one of the small tables and sat down with her. “And we’ll be fine.”

“All right,” Brian said. “Yell if he starts trying to get loose.”

Laurel smiled wanly. “You can count on it.”

Brian bent, checked the tablecloth with which Nick had bound Craig’s hands, then walked across the waiting room to join the others, who were standing in a line at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

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