years;
they’d been very close. He needed to warn us about the serious danger we’re in
and wanted to explain some extremely important things to you, including the
truth about your dad’s death.”
“All right, I’m sorry, but doesn’t this
sound creepy?”
“Of course it does, but so does everything
lately. She said to meet the guy in Brookings on Sunday at Tea Leaf Beach at
the first low tide, and he’d be waiting for you.”
“Meet him? How do we know this Brookings
guy isn’t the one who wants to hurt us? How did they find us? How do we know we
can believe them?”
“She said you would ask those questions,
and I’m supposed to tell you that the person who sent her can tell you why
Brett shot Wesley.”
“Jesus!” I choked. I hadn’t told anyone
about that Outview. I leaned against a tree wrestling with fear and amazement.
“Who are Brett and Wesley?” Kyle demanded.
“Do you remember last July when you found
me on the ground in my backyard?
“Of course.”
“Well, it wasn’t the post that knocked me
out. I’d had an Outview, and in that lifetime I was Wesley and a guy named
Brett shot me.”
“You mean you actually physically feel what
happens to you in a past life?”
“Yeah, it’s not as severe, but it’s still real.”
“Incredible.” His eyes deepened and at the
same time were distant.
“Sometimes I think crazy might be a better
alternative.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t rule that out yet.” He
sat on the ground and fumbled with his pack of cigarettes. “What do you think?”
“No one on the planet knew about Brett and
Wesley. I mean how could he possibly even know those names?”
“This Amparo was really old, like a sweet
great-grandmother, not the type to send us into a trap.”
“But it could be trap,” I said.
“Why? Who would want to?”
“The same people who killed Duncan and my
dad.”
“If someone wanted you dead, why couldn’t
they just do it here. Why Brookings?”
“I know, right. And if he knew about Wesley
and Brett, then something wild is going on. I want to know I’m not crazy and if
my dad was murdered. I have to meet him. It’s riskier not to.”
“Yeah, but then what? We have to come home
sometime. We have school on Monday.”
“Kyle, don’t you think school is the least
of our worries?”
“Maybe yours, but I need a perfect GPA to
get into MIT.”
“MIT doesn’t admit dead students.”
“Don’t get carried away!”
“Kyle, listen, all the dead Montgomery
Ryders, Lee Duncan confiding in Dad and dying the next day, now this old lady
shows up to set a clandestine rendezvous with some mysterious mind reader . . . and I found two strange objects and hidden papers concealed behind a secret panel in my Dad’s desk, one of them with Lee Duncan’s name. I mean, it’s
like we’ve fallen into a Hitchcock movie.”
“I know. Add all that to New Age Mayes’
theories of your past lives, you and Dustin seeing and hearing whatever it is
you do, and I think it’s more like the Twilight Zone .”
“Welcome to my world! You can check out any
time you like, but you can never leave.”
“Huh?”
“It’s from an old Eagles song . . . Never
mind, I always forget you and modern music aren’t acquainted. But I could use
your other considerable mental talents to help me figure out the stuff from my
dad’s desk. It’s all codes and symbols, pretty weird.”
“Of course it is,” he forced a laugh.
“We’ll look at them on the trip.”
“You think we should be scared?”
“I didn’t before Amparo showed up. Oh, she
also warned that anything we say on our phones can be heard and our online
activity is being monitored. She said not to travel with our cell phones or
computers.”
“It sure as hell sounds like we should be
scared!”
15
Later that night, I was home packing a
backpack, including the objects and papers from Dad’s desk. A bad feeling that
I might not return came over me. It was probably a combination
they’d been very close. He needed to warn us about the serious danger we’re in
and wanted to explain some extremely important things to you, including the
truth about your dad’s death.”
“All right, I’m sorry, but doesn’t this
sound creepy?”
“Of course it does, but so does everything
lately. She said to meet the guy in Brookings on Sunday at Tea Leaf Beach at
the first low tide, and he’d be waiting for you.”
“Meet him? How do we know this Brookings
guy isn’t the one who wants to hurt us? How did they find us? How do we know we
can believe them?”
“She said you would ask those questions,
and I’m supposed to tell you that the person who sent her can tell you why
Brett shot Wesley.”
“Jesus!” I choked. I hadn’t told anyone
about that Outview. I leaned against a tree wrestling with fear and amazement.
“Who are Brett and Wesley?” Kyle demanded.
“Do you remember last July when you found
me on the ground in my backyard?
“Of course.”
“Well, it wasn’t the post that knocked me
out. I’d had an Outview, and in that lifetime I was Wesley and a guy named
Brett shot me.”
“You mean you actually physically feel what
happens to you in a past life?”
“Yeah, it’s not as severe, but it’s still real.”
“Incredible.” His eyes deepened and at the
same time were distant.
“Sometimes I think crazy might be a better
alternative.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t rule that out yet.” He
sat on the ground and fumbled with his pack of cigarettes. “What do you think?”
“No one on the planet knew about Brett and
Wesley. I mean how could he possibly even know those names?”
“This Amparo was really old, like a sweet
great-grandmother, not the type to send us into a trap.”
“But it could be trap,” I said.
“Why? Who would want to?”
“The same people who killed Duncan and my
dad.”
“If someone wanted you dead, why couldn’t
they just do it here. Why Brookings?”
“I know, right. And if he knew about Wesley
and Brett, then something wild is going on. I want to know I’m not crazy and if
my dad was murdered. I have to meet him. It’s riskier not to.”
“Yeah, but then what? We have to come home
sometime. We have school on Monday.”
“Kyle, don’t you think school is the least
of our worries?”
“Maybe yours, but I need a perfect GPA to
get into MIT.”
“MIT doesn’t admit dead students.”
“Don’t get carried away!”
“Kyle, listen, all the dead Montgomery
Ryders, Lee Duncan confiding in Dad and dying the next day, now this old lady
shows up to set a clandestine rendezvous with some mysterious mind reader . . . and I found two strange objects and hidden papers concealed behind a secret panel in my Dad’s desk, one of them with Lee Duncan’s name. I mean, it’s
like we’ve fallen into a Hitchcock movie.”
“I know. Add all that to New Age Mayes’
theories of your past lives, you and Dustin seeing and hearing whatever it is
you do, and I think it’s more like the Twilight Zone .”
“Welcome to my world! You can check out any
time you like, but you can never leave.”
“Huh?”
“It’s from an old Eagles song . . . Never
mind, I always forget you and modern music aren’t acquainted. But I could use
your other considerable mental talents to help me figure out the stuff from my
dad’s desk. It’s all codes and symbols, pretty weird.”
“Of course it is,” he forced a laugh.
“We’ll look at them on the trip.”
“You think we should be scared?”
“I didn’t before Amparo showed up. Oh, she
also warned that anything we say on our phones can be heard and our online
activity is being monitored. She said not to travel with our cell phones or
computers.”
“It sure as hell sounds like we should be
scared!”
15
Later that night, I was home packing a
backpack, including the objects and papers from Dad’s desk. A bad feeling that
I might not return came over me. It was probably a combination
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