Douglas Preston Quote

You, he began. You bastards. Silence. Where was the FBI these past four days? This was your fault—your fault! His voice, starting out in a whisper, crescendoed by the end into a roar, spittle flecking his lips.

Douglas Preston

You, he began. You bastards. Silence. Where was the FBI these past four days? This was your fault—your fault! His voice, starting out in a whisper, crescendoed by the end into a roar, spittle flecking his lips.

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