Cronin, Justin

The Passage

New York

Random House

2010

"Looking at Carter, this was the space into which Wolgast felt his mind moving, like a dark room with no windows and one locked door."

The door into the cage opened once more: Doyle stepped through, holding the tea. He'd done as Wolgast had asked, balancing the glass on a saucer with a long spoon beside it and a wedge of lemon and packets of sugar. He placed it all on the counter in front of Carter. Carter looked at the glass, his face gone slack. That was when Wolgast thought it. Anthony Carter wasn't guilty, at least not in the way the court had spun it. With the others, it was always clear right off what Wolgast was dealing with, that the story was the story. But not in this case. Something happened that day in the yard: the woman had died. But there was more to it, maybe a lot more. Looking at Carter, this was the space into which Wolgast felt his mind moving, like a dark room with no windows and one locked door. This, he knew, was the place where he would find Anthony Carter--he'd find him in the dark--and when he did, Carter would show him the key that would open the door.
(p. 51)

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Justin Cronin. The Passage. New York: Random house, 2010.

06/29/2010