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  “He’s an Indigo?” Grace asked.

  “He is. Well, sort of. More specifically, he’s what they call a Star Child.”

  “A Star Child? Patricia mentioned that term,” Sarah said. “What is that exactly?”

  “There are several theories, but one that is now commonly accepted is that there are some people who have ancient, extraterrestrial DNA. For thousands of years, the DNA remained dormant, but now it’s believed that this DNA has begun to awaken in some children who carry the strand. In these cases, the children, who are referred to as Star Children, are able to tap into the powers of their extraterrestrial ancestors.”

  “You’re serious?” Tyler said. “You’re saying that Trevor is…what? Part alien or something?”

  “Yes. It’s not that uncommon of a notion. I’m not saying that his parents are aliens or anything. I’m just saying that one or the other carried the dormant alien gene that had been passed down generation after generation, and for whatever reason, the gene decided to become active in him.

  “It sounds crazy, I know,” he went on. “Some nights, he’ll walk outside, stare up at the stars, and talk to them. I can hear his thought process, and it’s like he’s carrying on a full conversation with someone. There have also been nights when I’ve seen him talking to the stars, and I swear I’ve seen lights in the sky flying back and forth overhead.”

  “For real?” said Tyler. “That’s awesome! Does he have any special abilities?”

  “He does. Like some children who are autistic, he is extremely gifted in specific areas. In his case, he loves cars and can tell you anything you’d ever want to know about them. He also has psychic tendencies, and he can communicate with animals. He can also communicate with beings from other planets.”

  When Ian’s phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID. “It’s a client, calling back about an old car I’ve been trying to locate for him. Give me just a few minutes. I need to step into my office and get on the computer.” He retreated into a back room, and they found themselves left alone with Trevor.

  “Do you think that’s all for real?” Grace asked. “I mean, do you really think there are people who have alien genes?”

  “It’s not the first time I’ve heard theories on the idea,” Eddie said. “And I think Ian probably more than most knows what he’s talking about. After all, he did get paid by a government agency to find people with special powers and stuff. I’m guessing the government wouldn’t waste that kind of time and money if it wasn’t for real.”

  While they spoke, Sarah noticed that Trevor had gradually scooted closer to her. He now sat on the floor with his back against her legs.

  “I think he likes you,” Tyler said.

  Trevor looked over his shoulder and smiled at Sarah. Then he stood, grabbed her hand, and said, “Outside.”

  “You want to go outside?” Sarah asked.

  “Outside,” he stated again.

  She glanced toward the office, where Ian had retreated. She then glanced at Eddie, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Okay…sure,” she said, after a moment. She smiled at Trevor. “Lead the way.”

  Her friends stood to follow, but Trevor held out his hand and said, “No.”

  “You don’t want us to go outside with you?” Grace asked.

  “No.”

  “Okay.” To make a point that she wouldn’t follow, Grace sat on the couch.

  Tyler winked at her. “We’ll wait right here.”

  “Thanks,” Sarah said. She smiled and then turned to follow Trevor out the door and down the front steps of the porch. As soon as her feet touched the dirt, the dogs ran out from under the porch, in anxious greeting, and sniffed her legs. Trevor grabbed her hand and, without saying a word, led her behind the mobile home and out toward the endless rows of old cars.

  Uncertain if she was supposed to say something or simply enjoy the walk, she strolled leisurely beside the boy, hand in hand, in the warm sun. A slight breeze stirred the dirt around them as they walked, and birds in a nearby tree sang happily.

  “This is…a…1965…Ford Mustang,” Trevor reported in a mechanical voice. “It was…first introduced on April 17…1964. Here is a…1959…Thunderbird,” he said, moving on to the next car. “The Thunderbird…was first introduced in…1955. There have been over…4.4 million Thunderbirds…produced."

  “It’s a nice car,” Sarah said. Ian had been correct; Trevor did seem to know a lot about cars.

  For the next few minutes, as they strolled along, Trevor continued to point out various facts about vehicles. When they reached a lone shade tree, he came to a halt and turned so they faced each other. He let go of her hand and placed both of his hands on her small, protruding abdomen. Then, he closed his eyes and turned his face skyward. She looked down at him in wonder. He was smaller than the average eight-year-old, yet he was a beautiful child. He had blond hair, dimples, and sparkling blue eyes, eyes that seemed full of wisdom behind his quiet exterior.

  He stood in immobile concentration for almost a minute and then his serious expression turned into a thoughtful smile. He opened his eyes, and his gaze returned to her belly.

  “I like…you,” Trevor said. “You…will…be…my friend.”

  She was unsure if he had spoken to her or the baby and was unsure if she was supposed to respond, so she said, “Um, I like you, too.”

  He didn’t make eye contact but kept his hands and gaze on her belly. “They want you…Stay…Stay here.” He was answered by a small but undeniable kick from within. He took hold of both of Sarah's hands and pulled her down to sit in the dirt, beside him.

  She took her place and sat cross-legged beneath the large oak. She wasn’t thrilled to sit in the dirt but welcomed the cool reprieve offered by the large tree. Beside her, Trevor picked up a small stick and began to draw pictures in the dirt.

  She watched in fascinated silence as the boy drew in animated concentration. The subject of his drawing was unclear, but she assumed that the picture would eventually reveal itself. The branches overhead swayed and whispered gently in the breeze, and his words floated back to her mind. ‘They want you,' he had told her, or had he been talking to the baby? Ian had said that the boy was psychic. Did he know that she and her friends were in danger?

  She glanced toward the mobile home to see if Ian had come in search of his young friend, but he was nowhere in sight. She looked, then, at the drawings in the dirt. There was an unmistakable planet with five surrounding moons. Below the celestial images were what appeared to be hieroglyphics of some sort.

  Sarah pointed to the characteristic symbols, with interest. “What does that mean?”

  Trevor glanced at her briefly and then looked toward the sky. He placed one hand on her belly again and sat in silence for a moment. Then he smiled.

  He wants us to stay here, the now familiar voice in her head said. He thinks this is a safe place for us.

  Sarah looked at Trevor in wonder. “Can you communicate with my baby?”

  Trevor looked at her and smiled sweetly. Then he stood and dragged a foot back and forth across his drawings, erasing all evidence of their existence. She accepted his outstretched hand, and he helped to pull her to her feet. Once she was upright, he didn’t let go. Hand-in-hand, they continued down the dirt lane as though they had never stopped.

  “This,” Trevor said, when they stopped in front of an old rusty truck, “is a…1946…GMC truck.”

  It looked like it had once been red, in its earlier years, though it was difficult to say for sure, considering that the majority of the truck had rusted over.

  “It’s uh…nice,” Sarah commented, uncertain what she was supposed to say about the aged vehicle.

  Considering Trevor’s mechanical voice, Sarah was pleasantly surprised at his sincere laugh. As he continued to laugh, she smiled and laughed with him.

  “It’s not nice?” she asked.

  He vigorously shook his head and said, “No!” Then he laughed some more.

  “What’s
so funny?” a voice from behind asked.

  Sarah turned to find Ian behind them. “Oh, hi. You found us. I’m not sure. I told him the truck was nice, and he started laughing.”

  He turned to Trevor. “That is funny. She’s funny, huh?”

  “Funny,” Trevor replied.

  “What’s wrong with the truck?” Sarah asked. “Other than the obvious fact that it’s all rusty?”

  “Nothing,” Ian said. “I have plans to fix it up, one day. This car lot belonged to Trevor’s grandfather, Hank, and this truck was his favorite. He always said that he was going to fix it up and make it look like new, but he passed away before he had the chance.”

  “How sad. So, that’s how you met Trevor? Because he was Hank’s grandson?”

  “That’s right. When I first moved to Roswell, in search of…a new life, I didn’t have much of a resumé, so to speak. I had always worked for the IIA and had never done anything else, but I did know a lot about cars. When I was growing up, I read every book I could get my hands on, about fixing cars. I have sort of a photographic memory, and I convinced Hank that I could help him out. So he gave me a chance, and it turns out, I had a knack for car restoration. Hank accepted me. He never asked questions about my past, and I felt like I was a part of the family."

  “So after Hank passed away, you just stayed on here?”

  “Yep. He left the place to me. Trevor’s father was furious. He felt that he should have inherited the place, but he had never shown an interest in it. He knows nothing about cars. He’s spent the majority of his life bouncing in and out of jail for dumb things like DUIs and petty robbery. Finally, Melissa told him that she wanted a divorce. He told her that he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction and took off. She has no clue where he is, and they’re still legally married. As far as Trevor is concerned, I’m the only father figure he has in his life.”

  “It sounds like you’ve really made a place for yourself, here. You think you’ll stay for a while then?” She thought about his parents and their search for him. She wondered if he knew or even cared.

  Ian smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s the plan. All my life I felt like I was different and never really fit in. I’ve never felt more normal than I do right here. I like this town, and I love Trevor. We understand each other.”

  He didn’t say so, but reading between the lines, Sarah suspected that Trevor’s mother might also have a slight influence on his desire to stick around. Other than his obvious affection for the boy, she wondered about his feelings for Melissa. Not that it mattered of course; it wasn’t any of her business.

  “Did you know that your parents are looking for you?”

  Ian looked her in the eyes, for a moment, but said nothing. Finally he said, “I suspected they were. After I took off, I knew the IIA had a search team out, looking for me. They’re scared about everything I know and who I might tell.”

  “You knew all of this when you deserted but were still willing to take the risk?”

  “I had to. I looked at what my life had become, and I wasn’t happy. They owned me, and they ruled every second of my day. At first the job seemed exciting, you know? It was like in the movies. The idea of being a spy and having adventures seemed like fun, but soon the exhilaration wore off and I began to see the truth.”

  “And what was the truth?” They had wandered back to the shade tree. Trevor located his stick and resumed his place in the dirt.

  “The truth was, I was just a pawn, a pawn for a group of people who wanted to use my knowledge and gifts, to gain power and money. When I saw that they were willing to sacrifice the freedom of others like me and the security of their own country, for their own greed, I knew that it was time to get out.

  “I went to my parents for help, but they were just as stuck and weren’t willing to take the risk. Even though they knew the truth, just as well as I did, they enjoyed the comforts of life that the IIA provided, and they didn’t want to give up their research. I knew that I was on my own and would probably never see them again, but it was a chance I had to take.

  “How did you know that my parents are looking for me? You’ve seen them?”

  There was an accusatory tone to his voice. Sarah hoped that he didn’t suspect she worked for the IIA, as well. “Yeah, I saw them, but I didn’t know who they were when I first met them. They found out that the IIA had tracked me down in Washington. When your parents first heard the news, they thought it was you the IIA had found. They came to see for themselves. When they got there, the trackers instructed them to follow me. I thought that they were just a quirky older couple. I had no idea who they were. I swear!”

  Ian smiled. “A quirky older couple. That’s a good way to describe them. I admit my parents are a bit odd.”

  Sarah laughed. “Yeah, just a little, but I like them. I know they deceived me, but it was only because they were trying to find you. They really miss you, you know.”

  Ian sighed. “Yeah, I know, but I can’t see them.” He shook his head. “I’ve made a new life for myself, here. I’m finally safe. If I were to see them, or even call them, the IIA would find me in no time. As long as I stay here, I stay safe, and I can keep Trevor safe.” He looked down at the boy in the dirt. He hadn’t drawn strange symbols as before; instead, he had drawn what looked to be, Ian’s two dogs. She wondered if she should mention the hieroglyphics but decided that it could wait.

  “Keep Trevor safe? What do you mean?”

  “If the IIA knew of Trevor’s existence, they would snatch him up in a heartbeat.”

  “But he can’t talk…I mean, he can, but…you know what I mean. What good could he possibly be to them?”

  “They would love to get their hands on him for research. They’ve barely begun DNA research on Indigos. If they were able to do DNA research on a Star Child, and one with his powers…they would have a hay day.”

  “So you see yourself as his protector….his guardian?”

  “That’s a good way of putting it. Who better to protect him than a former tracker? If I keep Trevor close, I’ll always know if he’s in danger. As long as we stay in Roswell, we’re fairly safe, at least for now.”

  “How so?”

  “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll give you the abbreviated version. When I was first trying to figure out my plan of escape and where to go, my first thought was to get as far away from the compound as I could. But then I thought it wouldn’t really matter how far I went, because a good tracker would eventually find me.

  “So then one day, I started thinking about Star Children. Everyone in the agency knows of their existence. They have Star Children working for them, in fact. But they only seem to send trackers to certain parts of the world in search of them, areas where a large majority exist. So I began to graph the pockets of areas where the majority of Star Children have been found.”

  “And Roswell was a major area for Star Children?”

  “No, just the opposite,” Ian said with a grin. So then I began to look at areas where Star Children are rarely found, and I began to see a pattern. There were quite a few spots, but the ones that stood out the most were Roswell and Kazakhstan. Do you know what both places have in common?”

  Sarah shook her head. “Um…no.”

  “Roswell, as you know, is the supposed place where UFOs crashed in 1947.”

  “Right…and Kazakhstan?”

  “Kazakhstan is a location where there have been over a dozen reported UFO crashes, since 1941 alone.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “How come I’ve never heard of that?”

  “Well, there are a lot of world events that never make it in the news, here in the U.S., but in Kazakhstan, UFO crashes are a pretty big deal.”

  “Why are crashes so frequent there?”

  “No one knows for sure, but some scientists have theorized that there might be some sort of a vortex, that has a direct line to other galaxies.”

  “So each place has a UFO con
nection. I get that, but what’s the connection with the lack of Star Children?”

  Ian smiled. “That’s just it! There isn’t a lack of Star Children. They’re just as plentiful in Roswell as anywhere else. I’ve never been to Kazakhstan, but I suspect that if I were to go there, I’d find them there, as well."

  “So, how come the IIA has never found Star Children here?”

  “That’s exactly what I asked myself. I believe that it has something to do with the vortex. Perhaps it puts off some sort of protective sonar that prevents trackers from sensing the presence of Star Children.”

  “But you can sense that Trevor is a Star Child.”

  “Right, but only when there is close, physical proximity. About six months ago, I sensed that there were trackers near the New Mexico border, and that was too close for my peace of mind, so I took a weekend trip to Mexico to try to deter them away. Once I was there, I realized that I could no longer sense Trevor’s location. I got scared that they might have taken him, and so I called Melissa. She assured me that he was home, safe and sound. I realized then that there was something behind my theory. As long as I’m in Roswell, and close to Trevor, I can sense his powers, as well as other Star Children in the area, but outside of Roswell, I can’t feel their presence.”

  “How come no one else in the IIA has ever figured this out?”

  Ian shrugged. “Probably because the idea has never occurred to them. They’re so busy focusing on where Star Children are, they’ve never bothered to look at where they aren’t.”

  “Huh…” Sarah grinned. “That’s smart. You know that, don’t you?”

  Ian grinned. “Yeah, I was pretty pleased when I figured it out. Still, I never let my guard down. I know that one day a tracker is bound to stumble upon the area. For now, though, it’s about the safest place I can think to be.”

  “Unless you want to move to Kazakhstan,” Sarah joked.

  “I have my passport, just in case.”

  She wasn’t sure if he was joking or not but suspected that he was serious.

  “So when Trevor told me that I should stay here, do you think that’s what he meant? He knows that I’ll be safe if I stay?”

  Ian glanced down at the boy, with interest. “He told you to stay?”

  “He did. Or rather, I think he told my baby.” She placed a hand on her stomach. “Trevor seemed to be talking to him.”