He didn’t want to be a passenger; he was used to being behind the wheel—used to watching the road, keeping track of the maps, checking signs, making decisions. So they took Cole’s Accord. Gordon hadn’t said a word the whole way to the park-and-ride. Once they were on the road, he politely answered any questions asked of him. But mostly he just sat. That was good. Wasn’t it? Sure. The quieter the kid was, the better. Because the less he talked, the more he could listen. Now that they were out of the Building they were in no hurry, having no destination, and stopped for the day after only a few hours, at a motel on the highway. Sandor and Gordon shared a room—after all, Gordon couldn’t be left alone—but Cole asked for a single at the desk. He was on edge. He’d been around people for two whole nights now. He craved solitude. He made himself wait to see Sandor and Gordon safely into their room. When their door clicked shut behind them and he heard Sandor slide the bolt into place, he turned and went to his own room.
