"Hi,
Colonel." My voice shook for half a second. Hearing from the military,
even if that particular officer was a good friend of my folks, could not be a
good thing. "What's up?"
"You're getting
a registered letter today. I thought I'd prepare you. As a friend.
Unofficially."
"Officially,"
I said, forcing ice into my voice, "my folks aren't working with the military
this time."
"Things don't
always work out the way we want them to."
"What does the
government want with my folks' investigation of electromagnetic fluctuations
around the Bermuda Triangle?"
"We won't know
until we figure out what we saw."
"Meaning
what?"
"Exactly that.
No one is sure what happened. All I can tell you is that your folks…vanished.
They're officially listed as missing, reason unknown."
"What were they
doing?"
"No one knows
yet. There's nothing to analyze."
"What do you
mean, nothing?" My voice got loud enough to trigger a thud from down the
hall. About five seconds later, Harry stumbled into the kitchen, holding up his
sweatpants with the broken drawstring and trying to pull a Willis-Brooks College
T-shirt down into place. He must have remembered that Felicity had threatened
to invade, first thing this morning.
"They weren't
measuring anything. No equipment. Nothing indicated in the notebooks we found
in their room at the hotel." The frustration in Hayward's voice cut
through the churning in my head and gut. "Those on-site are trying to
blame the stormy seas and freak weather patterns. Considering your parents
weren't anywhere near the water, that doesn't do us much good."
"No signs of a
struggle? No explosion? What were they working on?"
"As far as I
knew, they hadn't started working yet."
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