Mathison, âwhat do aliens look like?â
âLike us,â I said.
âWho do you know who were aliens?â
âDr. Traum, the school psychologist last year. And Hercules, I guess.â
âYou think Tom could be an alien?â asked Agent Quinn. His question came so casually, I wondered if he didnât remember that Iâd already said no.
Carefully, I said, âI guess anyone could be an alien. You. Her.â
âOr you,â said Agent Quinn.
âNah,â said Agent Mathison. âAliens donât pee in their pants.â
âSo,â Agent Quinn continued, âyouâre trying to make us believe that neither Tom nor his twin is an alien?â
âTwin?â That hit me between the eyes. How did they know that?
âOne or both?â
âNo, no, neither of them is an alien.â
âNeither,â said Agent Quinn, and he high-fived Agent Mathison. âTwins. Now we got it.â
They cackled as they walked out of the room. They left the music and the lights on. I closed my eyes and tried to fall into space. I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up.
Thirty-two
TOM
EN ROUTE TO CAPE CANAVERAL, FLA.
2012
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O N the helicopter, I tried to get into the Lumpâs mind, but it was like the inside of a computer, all passageways, compartments, and firewalls. I had expected his mind to be sloppy, like him, but he was so focused on the details of the flightâkeeping Ronnie, Buddy, and me in our harnesses, giving directions to the pilots over his headset, and looking around for planes that might be following usâthat his mind was a humming grid.
I had a lot of questions but Iâd have to wait.
Iâd never been in a chopper before and it was noisier and more uncomfortable than Iâd imagined. I couldnât believe that Ronnie and Buddy were actually dozing. I watched the land change from farm to beach. I saw signs on rooftops for alligator wrestling.
Weâre definitely in Florida now,
I thought. Then I saw a huge airfield with giant hangars. I spotted a rocket ship. We landed.
My legs were wobbly for a couple of minutes after we climbed out of the chopper and followed the Lump into a building. A guard tried to stop Ronnie from taking Buddy inside, but the Lump showed him a badge and said something in a sharp voice. My hearing wasnât working yet.
The Lump led us into a cafeteria. He piled a lot of food onto his tray and gestured for us to do the same. I didnât have much of an appetite. Neither did Ronnie, but he got food that Buddy would eat. We all got lots of water.
We were sitting at a table when a tall woman whose shoes made a clacking sound marched up to us. Three guys in dark suits who looked like Agent Brown were behind her.
The Lump wiped his beard and jumped up. âDirector. This is Tom and Ronnie.â
She squatted down to pat Buddy. âAnd who are you, you adorable cocker spaniel, you?â The dirty little dog licked her hand. I could see she liked that.
âThatâs Buddy,â said Ronnie.
âWhat a sweetheart,â said the director. But she was looking at Ronnie, studying him hard.
Finally, she stood up. âAnd the famous Tom.â She gave me a once-over. âOn TV, you look more muscular.â
She scared me. She seemed really tough. And smart. I tried a mind probe but hit cement.
âGood work, Agent Novak,â she said to the Lump. âThe other two kids are on their way. Weâre planning liftoff at zero dark thirty.â
âWeâll be ready,â said the Lump.
She gave Ronnie and me another round of once-overs, then broke off a piece of the Lumpâs hamburger and bent over to feed it to Buddy. The little traitor
smiled
at her. She bent over farther and kissed the top of his head before she clacked off.
Ronnie rolled his eyes at me.
The Lump sat down. âOkay. Weâll have a chance to talk before we go.â
âGo where? Talk about
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