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  “You’ve heard that most people only use ten percent of their brain power? Well, as new DNA strands, that have previously been dormant become activated, people gain the ability to unleash their telepathic and psychic abilities, along with many other abilities. We begin to see this happen more and more often amongst Indigo Children.”

  “So,” Eddie began, “what you’re saying is, there’s an actual reason why I am the way I am, and that people like me are becoming more common?”

  Patricia smiled. “That’s right. As time goes on, researchers believe that the appearance of Indigo Children will become more frequent as we near a critical mass. Now, again, remember that not all Indigos have such extreme powers, but those who do have the potential to be true leaders. And it’s also why the IIA would like to get their hands on those with special abilities.

  “Can you tell us what you know about the IIA?” Eddie asked.

  The author nodded. “I can, but just keep in mind that what I tell you is not common knowledge, and if you went to any official agencies with this information, it would be discredited.”

  “Yeah, that’s kind of the impression we’ve gotten, too,” Eddie said. “That’s why we’re on our own and haven’t gone to the police.”

  “I’m glad you understand,” Patricia said. “Everything that I know about the IIA comes from word of mouth from my friend, who you are looking for. His name is Ian. I first met him when he was twelve. I knew his parents. They were professors at the university where I taught. When they found out that I was doing research on Indigo Children, they brought their son, Ian, to my attention.

  “Around the same time, his parents went to a convention on Indigo Children, and that is when the IIA, which is short for Indigo Intelligence Agency, also became aware of his abilities, and they took an interest in him. They discovered that his parents, who were professors in psychology, could also be useful, so the whole family was recruited.”

  “You mean, Ian’s parents joined the IIA?” Liliana asked.

  “That’s right. They worked to develop tests that could be used to help identify other Indigos, and they became teachers at the school that is run by the IIA. As time went on, other groups of children besides Indigos were identified. They were given labels like Crystalline Children and Star Children, and they had stronger powers than researchers had ever seen. But basically, regardless of the label that they were given, it was all the same idea. If someone possessed useful powers, the IIA wanted them.”

  “And they allowed their own son to be used as a guinea pig?” Grace asked.

  “They didn’t see it that way. Ian was sent to one of their schools, where he was encouraged to develop his abilities. His parents never realized that he was being groomed to be a spy.”

  “A spy?” Liliana asked. “So that’s what this whole thing is about? Who do they spy on?”

  “It all depends. Sometimes they use Indigos to infiltrate corporate businesses to learn their secrets. Sometimes they use them to spy on other countries, and sometimes they’re used to spy on our own government. There are active members and there are also ‘sleepers.' Sleepers are trained and then are sent out to live in the world to lead what would appear to be normal lives until they are called upon to complete a mission.”

  “What’s the point though?” Sarah asked. “Who funds them?”

  “The IIA is a small branch that falls under the CIA. There are very few people, even in the CIA, who know of its existence. From time to time, the CIA gets intelligence from them, and that’s enough to keep the IIA funded.”

  “So what happened with Ian and his parents?” Tyler asked.

  “When Ian was seventeen, he graduated and went to live at what he calls ‘the compound.' That was where he was trained to be both a spy and a tracker.”

  “What exactly does a tracker do?” Eddie asked.

  “A tracker is trained to identify other people, who have Indigo traits. Trackers usually possess psychic and telepathic abilities, and they are able to tune in to other Indigos, even from a distance. Ian worked with them for seven years, until he finally discovered the truth. He found out that the intelligence he reported back was used to sell to the highest bidder, even if it was to another country.”

  “So that’s when he decided to leave?” Tyler asked.

  “That’s right. The problem was, Ian knew too much and they weren’t willing to let him go. He went to his parents for help, but they were in just as deep. They encouraged him to stay in and insisted that the benefits far outweighed the disadvantages.

  “So, the next time he was sent out alone on a mission, he decided to desert. With the help of a friend in the CIA, he obtained a new identity and disappeared.”

  “Did Ian tell you where the compound was?”

  “He mentioned that it was in a mountainous area near a desert, but he didn’t want to tell me specifics. He said that the less I knew, the safer I was, and I was fine with that.”

  “If you know all of this, then you’ve talked to him since he left,” Tyler said. “Do you know where he is now?”

  His question was again answered with a smile. “Ian disappeared because he didn’t want to be found. If his whereabouts were known, he would be in danger. He holds too many secrets that could be exposed. The IIA doesn’t want him wandering around with no one to answer to. Even if I did know where he was, I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I was willing to reveal his location to the first person who came along looking for him.”

  “But we aren’t just anyone,” Tyler said. “They have my brother. We just want to get him back.”

  “I would like to believe that,” Patricia replied, “but like I said earlier, many people have come to my door in search of Ian. I have no way of knowing that you aren’t working for the IIA, as well. But if you are who you say you are, it is possible, even now, that they know you’re all here. You took a gamble by coming here.”

  “I know,” Tyler said, “but we didn’t have much of a choice. Ian is the only one who can lead us to my brother. Are you sure that you can’t tell us where he is?”

  Patricia shook her head. “I would like to help you, but my first responsibility is to keep Ian safe. But I also understand that you are in danger. If the IIA finds you, they will take you, especially now that they know you’re aware of them. They’re going to want you on their side one way or the other. Let me think on it for a few minutes. I need to go see to a few things. Can you wait here for a few minutes until I return?”

  They nodded, and she promptly departed.

  She returned fifteen minutes later with an envelope in hand and a set of keys.

  “It just so happened that Ian called while I was in the other room,” Patricia said with a wink. “I explained your situation, and he was able to sense your presence. He believes that you are who you say you are. It’s not safe to talk over the phone with any details, but he is willing to see you. You’re going to have to be careful though. I don’t know how you’ve managed to travel as far as you have without getting caught, but if you’re using credit cards, they will track you. From now on, use nothing but cash. There can’t be any trace of where you are or where you’re going. If you’re going to go see Ian, you can’t let them follow you.

  “Take this.” She handed the envelope to Eddie. “You’ll find enough cash inside to get you by for a while.” Then she handed him a set of keys. “You can’t take the Jeep that’s parked outside. They’ll track any vehicle that is linked to you. I have a car parked in the garage. It was left here by a professor who is doing a sabbatical overseas for a year. They would never think to track it. It should keep you off the radar for a little while. Take it and leave your Jeep parked in the garage. You can come back for it whenever you’re ready."

  Eddie accepted the envelope and glanced inside. “I don’t know what to say. This is a lot of money. Why are you helping us?”

  “Because I was never able to help Ian as much as I would have liked, and because he said that he trusts you. You need help, a
nd right now it looks like I’m the only one in any sort of a position to help you.

  “Of course, keep in mind, you won’t be completely safe. This will help get you ahead of them for a little while, but if there are trackers after you, they will eventually find you.”

  “I don’t understand though,” Grace said. “If the trackers are capable of finding us, how come they can’t find Ian?”

  “I don’t know. That would be an excellent question to ask him once you find him. I can’t give you an address, because even I don’t know where he lives exactly. I can tell you to go to Roswell. Once you’re there, Ian will sense your presence and find you.”

  “Roswell? As in…New Mexico?” Tyler asked.

  “Isn’t that the alien place?” Liliana asked.

  Patricia smiled. “Yes, it is a popular tourist spot for alien enthusiasts.”

  “Cool!” Tyler said with a chuckle.

  “Thank you,” Eddie said. He gave her a hug in appreciation.

  “I wish you all the best of luck.” She turned to Tyler and gave him a hug. “I hope that you’re able to rescue your brother.”

  She showed them to the front door so that they could retrieve their bags from the Jeep and transfer them to their new vehicle. When she swung the door open, they were stunned motionless at the appearance of a man and woman on the front walk. They appeared to be in their late fifties. The man was balding and had a rotund belly. The woman was just as rotund and had a curly head of white hair.

  “Bonnie? Chuck?” Sarah questioned. “What are you doing here?”

  Patricia turned to Sarah. “You know them?”

  “Um…yeah. They flew here with me from Washington. We kind of met up along the way and became travel buddies.”

  “Hi, Sarah. So sorry to show up here like this,” the man said, sounding truly apologetic.

  “Everyone,” Patricia began, “I’d like to introduce you to Chuck and Bonnie…Ian’s parents.”

  CHAPTER 15: ROSWELL

  “Well, let’s not stand right here with the door wide open to the world,” Patricia said, noticeably irritated at the arrival of her newest visitors. “You might as well come on in.”

  “Thank you,” Bonnie replied. Without further invite, she stepped into the entryway with her husband close on her heels.

  Patricia closed the door and locked it with a resounding click. Sarah noticed that she also bolted the safety chain. It occurred to her that this seemed an odd thing to do, since the enemy was now inside the premises, but she said nothing. Instead, she followed them into the front living room and sat on a plush sectional couch between Grace and Liliana. Chuck and Bonnie took a seat on a nearby sofa. Eddie and Tyler took their places behind the girls and stood with glaring suspicion, their arms firmly crossed.

  Patricia strode across the room and closed the horizontal blinds on the three picture windows that lined the room. Then, for good measure, she pulled the heavy drapes across, leaving the room in near darkness, until she turned on a variety of floor and table lamps that sat upon rustic wood end tables. Seemingly satisfied that they couldn’t be seen by additional outside intruders, the author took a seat in an oversized, southwestern-style chair.

  Confused and outraged that she had been misled by the unassuming, older couple, Sarah surprised herself when she found the courage to speak first. “You followed me? Why? I thought you were my friends.”

  “I know you must be angry,” Bonnie began. “Please, give us a chance to explain.”

  “What is there to explain?” Tyler asked from behind Sarah. “It seems pretty clear cut to me. You traveled with Sarah so that you could track us all down. What more is there to say? What do you plan to do now that you’ve found us? That’s the question.”

  “It’s true, we did follow Sarah,” Chuck said, “but our motives aren’t quite as you would think. Yes, we do work for the IIA, but we aren’t trackers, not by any sense of the imagination. That isn’t our job. Our job is to recruit and test prospective students. That’s why we were in Washington. We were there for a recruiting convention. When we got word that two trackers had located a target, we thought there might be a chance it was Ian. We had to see for ourselves."

  “It wasn’t our son, though,” Bonnie said. “It was Sarah. When we got to the diner, in Granite Falls, the trackers were there, too. When they saw us, we had to explain what we were doing there.”

  “They decided that they were going to use us to follow Sarah,” Chuck went on. “One of the trackers felt that Sarah was suspicious of their presence, and they worried that their cover had been blown. So, they decided to turn their hunt over to us and instructed us to follow her.”

  “We didn’t want to! Believe me, sweetheart,” Bonnie said. Her pleading expression and apologetic tone almost made Sarah believe her. “We didn’t want you to be in danger, but we also didn’t have a choice. When you work for the IIA, you have to do as directed.”

  “They suspected that I was onto them?” Sarah questioned. “It was that couple back in the diner, wasn’t it? The man and woman who were dressed in fancy trench coats?”

  “That was them,” Chuck affirmed.

  “So, you’ve been following me ever since and have been reporting back to them? Does that mean that they’re going to be here any minute to pick us all up, or is it your job to bring us in?”

  Chuck shook his head. “No. If anyone brings you in, it’s definitely not going to be us. After we dropped you off at Eddie’s house, we called to inform the agency of the location, and then we were directed to return to the research facility. Halfway there, we were both overcome with guilt. We saw how the agency took over our son’s life, and we knew we couldn’t let that happen to you. We turned around and drove all night to come back and warn all of you. We were sitting in the car this morning, trying to figure out the best way to explain it all when we saw you drive away, so we decided to follow.”

  Sarah was still skeptical of their sincerity. She wanted to believe them, but knowing who they worked for made it difficult to trust them. She examined their expressions for signs that they were lying. “So you followed us because…you wanted to warn us?”

  Bonnie’s expression didn’t flicker, and she didn’t hesitate when she replied, “Yes. They’ve assigned a local tracker to find you. They don’t know that you’re in Sedona, but it won’t be long before they do. We came here to try to throw them off, to give you a head start.”

  “But won’t they be suspicious if they find you here?”

  “Not at all,” Chuck replied. “They know we come here from time to time, in hopes that Patricia will tell us where our son is.” He turned to the author with an intent gaze. She had remained quiet throughout the conversation.

  “I still don’t know where Ian is,” the author lied.

  “Of course you don’t,” Bonnie said with a forced smile.

  Tyler seemed to sense the tense emotions between Ian’s parents and the author. He turned to Bonnie in an attempt to change the subject. “Did you know that they kidnapped my brother?”

  She looked to Tyler with apologetic eyes. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Do you have any idea where they might be keeping him?”

  “No, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Our work has always been restricted to the school and the research facility. More than likely, they would keep him at the training compound. From what I hear, it’s a very secure and remote location. When Ian was sent there to train, he was never allowed to tell us where he was.”

  “Look, kids,” Chuck said, “we could talk all day, but the fact is, you need to leave before anyone shows up looking for you. We’ll stay and do our best to throw them off your trail. Hopefully that will buy you some time.” He turned to Sarah. “I know you must be angry with us. I hope you understand our motive to find our son.”

  Sarah nodded. “I understand. I do.”

  Chuck patted her on the shoulder in silent response. Enough had been said.

  “If you happen to
see our son along the way, please let him know that we would like to see him, again,” Bonnie said.

  “I will,” Sarah promised.

  *****

  Sarah and Eddie took turns driving the borrowed, Lincoln Town Car, while Liliana, Grace, and Tyler snoozed in the backseat. As she drove, Sarah glanced at her wedding ring and twisted it so the diamond faced up. A single tear formed in the corner of her eye. Before Eddie had a chance to notice, she hurriedly swiped it away. With her emotions kept in check, she could forcibly hold back the tears but knew she wouldn’t be able to, if compelled to talk about her husband. This was not the time or place to be tearful and emotional. She had plenty of other worries to consider, like how she planned to keep her baby safe.

  We’re going to be fine. The voice in her head interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at Eddie, who gazed out the passenger window. He obviously hadn’t heard anything. She thought more about the voice. It hadn’t said, ‘You’re going to be fine.' She was certain that it had said, ‘We.'

  Sarah placed a hand on her belly. Would they have to spend their lives on the run in order to keep him safe? After a hundred miles or so had passed, she found that she had ended up with a headache but no conclusions.

  “Your baby’s right,” Liliana whispered, from the backseat. “We’re going to be fine.”

  Sarah glanced in the rearview mirror. “You heard him?”

  “I did. I sense that there’s something special about him.”

  Sarah glanced in the mirror, again, and smiled at her new friend. “Thank you.”

  “Hey, Sarah, you about ready for a break?” Eddie asked. “It looks like Albuquerque is just ahead. We can stop and stretch our legs and get a bite to eat. Then I can take over driving, for a while if you want to rest.”

  “Did I hear something about food?” Tyler yawned as he sat up in the backseat.

  “A break sounds good to me,” Grace said as she too awoke. “How close are we to Roswell?”

  “We’ve got about three hours left,” Sarah replied, “but it’s just about dinner time. If we stop now and eat and gas up, we should be able to continue on without stopping until we get there.”