Missing 05 - Caught Read online

  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  For Tori and Andrew

  ONE

  Jonah Skidmore was in science class when time stopped.

  It was mid-November, so Jonah had already had three full months of seventh-grade science with Mr. Stanley. He almost could have believed that time stopped every day in Mr. Stanley’s class—or at least slowed down so much that every millisecond crawled by at a turtle’s pace. Mr. Stanley was an old man with gray hair and gray skin and gray clothes, and he always explained even the simplest concept about five times more than he needed to.

  “Gravity,” he’d say, each syllable coming out slowly and distinctly. “Do you all remember what gravity is? It’s a vital idea to grasp. It’s important. You have to know about it. It holds us on the ground. It keeps us in place. It prevents us from flying off into the atmosphere. It . . .”

  Jonah could never force himself to listen to more than two or three seconds of Mr. Stanley’s explanations at a time. He spent most of science class staring at the clock on the wall.

  It didn’t help that science was his last class before lunch.

  On this particular day—a Tuesday—Jonah was peering at the clock’s red digital numerals with even more desperation than usual.

  Eleven forty-three, Jonah thought, his stomach growling. Eleven forty-three. Eleven forty-three. Oh, come on. Shouldn’t it be eleven forty-four already? Shouldn’t this class be over? How long can a single minute last?

  Jonah shook his head in despair, shifting his gaze just enough that he caught a glimpse of Mr. Stanley.

  Mr. Stanley was frozen.

  His mouth was open, stopped mid-word. He had his right arm lifted toward the board, hovering motionlessly over an unfinished line: “Forces in natu—” The floppy sleeve of his ratty-looking cardigan had frozen mid-flap on his unmoving arm.

  But what looked the weirdest was that Mr. Stanley must have just dropped his dry-erase marker, and it wasn’t plummeting toward the floor. It, too, was frozen—in midair, about two feet below Mr. Stanley’s wrinkled hand, about two feet above the scuffed linoleum floor.

  Jonah automatically glanced around, waiting for some other kid to call out, “Whoa, Mr. Stanley! How’d you do that? What’s the trick? What were you just saying about gravity?”

  Everybody else must have stopped watching and listening to him too, Jonah thought.

  Then he saw what the other kids were doing. Or—what they weren’t doing.

  They were all frozen too.

  Dylan Anderson was stuck mid-yawn, his jaw locked open. Blossom Gomez, one of the prettiest girls in the school, must have been stricken in the middle of tossing her hair over her shoulder, because she had a cloud of long strands frozen above and around one side of her head. CC Vorlov, the texting queen of Harris Middle School, had her thumbs frozen over her cell phone, hidden under her desk.

  Jonah had never seen CC’s thumbs not moving. Her stopping texting was every bit as strange as the gravity-defying marker at the front of the room.

  Experimentally, Jonah lifted his arm from his desk, then put it back down.

  He could still move. He wasn’t frozen like everyone else.

  He sighed.

  “Okay, JB,” he said out loud. “What’s going on now?”

  In the past couple of weeks Jonah had gotten used to weird things happening with time. He’d learned that his seemingly ordinary life was a sham: He was actually a famous missing child of history, stolen by kidnappers intent on carrying him off to be adopted in the future. When time agents had tried to stop this crime, the kidnappers had crash-landed, leaving Jonah and thirty-five other babies to grow up out of place, in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. Over the past few weeks Jonah and his younger sister, Katherine, had traveled back to the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth centuries to help restore time and rescue missing kids.

  Their plans had gotten messed up again and again, and they’d been on the verge of disaster more than once. But with the help of a time agent named JB, they’d always mostly managed to work things out.

  “JB?” Jonah said again.

  Nobody answered. Nothing moved. Jonah noticed that outside the window, even the flag on the flagpole had frozen mid-flutter.

  “I mean it, JB,” Jonah said, trying to sound stern. This was hard, since Jonah was thirteen, and he could never be quite sure anymore if his voice was going to come out sounding bass or—and this was really embarrassing—soprano. This time his voice was pretty much in an alto range, which wasn’t much better. He cleared his throat.

  “I thought you were done messing around with time for a while,” Jonah tried again, almost growling.

  Jonah’s stomach churned, but now it wasn’t because of hunger. Things had gotten very dicey on Jonah and Katherine’s last trip through time, to the sixteen hundreds. A former employee of JB’s who called himself Second Chance had forced time to split. After that, JB had told Jonah that it was too dangerous to schedule any more trips to the past for a while.

  But the twenty-first century was supposed to stay safe, Jonah thought. Wasn’t it?

  Jonah tried not to think about what he’d overheard JB saying the last time they’d talked. Jonah had been on his way to play soccer, and JB had called out, Have fun. Then, when he thought Jonah was out of earshot, JB had muttered, While you still can.

  Jonah’s stomach moved past “churn” to “extreme spin cycle.” He decided he might need to stay as motionless as the rest of the class just to keep from vomiting.

  Just then the classroom door banged open.

  “Oh, no! You’re frozen too?” a girl’s voice wailed.

  It was Katherine.

  For a split second Jonah considered being a truly cruel older brother and pretending that he really was unable to move. A month ago he would have counted that as a great prank.

  But a month ago he’d thought he was just an ordinary (if slightly goofy) kid. He’d never had to save anyone’s life. He’d never known that all of time could depend on his actions.

  Responsibility really ruined pranks.

  He turned to face Katherine and the door.

  “No, I’m not frozen,�
�� he said. Amazingly, his voice neither trembled nor squeaked. “I was just sitting here . . . thinking. Trying to figure out what’s going on.”

  A month ago Katherine probably would have taken that as a cue to tease him with a jibe like, You? Think? No way! Not possible!

  Now she just tucked a strand of her blond hair behind one ear and said, “Okay. What’d you come up with?”

  Katherine was not quite twelve. She still thought it was cool to wear T-shirts with words like AWESOME outlined in glitter on the front. She was a sixth grader—barely a step up from being a baby herself. Where did she get off, sounding so calm?

  “I’m still working on it,” Jonah said faintly.

  “Right,” Katherine said, in a tone that was every bit as insulting as if she really had said, You? Think? No way! She tapped her fingers against the door. “I don’t think JB did this.”

  Jonah wondered if he should admit that he’d already tried calling out to JB. But Katherine was still talking.

  “I yelled for him as soon as this happened, and he didn’t answer,” Katherine said.

  Jonah tried not to think about who might have stopped time if it wasn’t JB. The possibilities jumped into his mind anyway: Second? The original kidnappers, Gary and Hodge? Some other enemy they didn’t even know about yet.

  Jonah was almost glad that Katherine was still blathering on. It was almost enough to distract him.

  “So then I decided that, instead of trying to figure out why time stopped, I should figure out why I could still move,” she said. “I thought maybe it was because I’d traveled through time before, so other time travelers would be immune too. So I went to the office and looked up which class you were in, to find you.”

  Sheesh, Jonah thought. If Katherine had time to walk from the sixth-grade wing to the office to the seventh-grade wing . . . just how long did I spend staring at the clock still thinking everything was normal?

  Automatically, he glanced at the clock once more. But of course it was still frozen at 11:43.

  “You came looking for me first? Before Chip?” Jonah asked, a mocking twist to his words.

  Chip was Jonah’s friend and Katherine’s boyfriend. He was also another missing child from history. But unlike Jonah, Chip had already resolved his past. Jonah and Katherine had helped to rescue him—and another boy, Alex—on their first trip through time.

  Now Katherine was biting her lip.

  “The office sign-out log says Chip went home sick at ten thirty,” she said.

  “Was he sick?” Jonah asked. “Or—” Chip’s original identity had been that of a medieval English king. Chip had spent two years in that role. He was having a few problems readapting to life as a normal American teen.

  Katherine’s face went a little pale, and Jonah shifted gears.

  “Let’s call him,” Jonah said.

  He reached over to the space beneath CC Vorlov’s desk and wrenched the cell phone from her grasp. A half-written text message glowed from the screen:

  Meet u in—

  Jonah began punching keys, but nothing on the screen changed. He tossed the phone down on CC’s desk in disgust.

  “Duh,” he said. “The phone’s frozen too.”

  This also cut off the possibility that they could call Andrea, the girl Jonah liked. Not that she liked him the same way.

  Though she might someday, after she figures out how to deal with the results of her own time travels, he reminded himself. Or maybe . . .

  Katherine tugged impatiently on Jonah’s arm. Clearly, she wasn’t going to let him just sit around thinking.

  “Come on. Let’s walk to Chip’s house,” Katherine said, pulling harder. “We’ll make sure he’s okay, and then all three of us can figure out what’s going on.”

  Jonah frowned. He couldn’t suggest walking to Andrea’s as well, because she lived a lot farther away.

  Anyhow, he could think of a few problems with Katherine’s idea.

  “Do you really think we should leave school?” he asked.

  Katherine rolled her eyes.

  “What—are you afraid time will unfreeze all of a sudden, and you’ll get caught playing hooky?” she asked.

  Well, yes, that was pretty much what Jonah was afraid of. It was terrible that he’d managed to survive all sorts of life-threatening situations in three different centuries and yet still had to worry about following school rules.

  “Coward,” Katherine taunted him.

  “Boy crazy,” Jonah mocked her.

  But, to prove that he wasn’t actually a coward, Jonah stood up and dashed out the classroom door ahead of his sister.

  TWO

  The stopped time seemed even freakier outside. A trio of Canadian geese coming in to land on the pond in front of the school were just suspended in midair. Some woman—was that Rusty Donavan’s mom?—had evidently been driving over the speed bumps in the school turnaround a little too fast, and her entire minivan was frozen an inch or two off the ground.

  “I don’t like this,” Katherine muttered as they walked down the sidewalk.

  “We’ve seen time stop before,” Jonah said, with more bravado than he actually felt.

  “Yeah, in other people’s time. In the past,” Katherine said. She tilted her head back and called out loudly toward the sky, “Nobody’s supposed to go messing around with my time, you hear?”

  Her time, Jonah thought. It bothered him that she hadn’t said “our.” But why would she? Katherine wasn’t adopted like he was; she wasn’t a missing child of history like him. She could be sure that their parents were her real parents; she could be sure that the twenty-first century was exactly where she belonged.

  Jonah couldn’t be sure of any of that. He didn’t have any idea when or where he really belonged. He had no clue whose DNA he shared.

  He looked around nervously, all his worries about the stopped time getting mixed up with his fears about finding out who he really was.

  No, not just mixing, he thought. Multiplying.

  Katherine playfully whacked him on the arm.

  “Stop freaking out!” she told him. “Nobody’s going to catch us! You know those rumors about how Mr. Richey stands out here watching for kids who sneak out? None of that’s true. Kayla told me that Marina told her that Abdul told her that Mr. Richey started those rumors himself!”

  Mr. Richey was the assistant principal.

  Jonah slugged her back.

  “What about Second catching us?” he asked, rounding the corner of the building. “Or Gary and Hodge? Or—”

  Suddenly Katherine jerked back on his arm, barely stopping him from slamming into somebody frozen in place, pressed against the side of the building.

  No, make that two somebodies.

  Kissing.

  “Is that . . . one of the cafeteria ladies?” Katherine asked, peeking beneath a hairnet.

  “And . . . the janitor?” Jonah asked, recognizing the olive-colored shirt and the side of a gray-streaked beard.

  Katherine gingerly pulled up the employee ID tags from the cafeteria lady’s apron and the janitor’s shirt pocket.

  “Norma Jones and Martin Jones,” she read out loud. “Oh, I bet they’re married! Isn’t that romantic? They’re both, like, sixty, and they’ve probably been married forever, and they still sneak out in the middle of the day to—”

  “Gross everyone out,” Jonah finished. He tugged on his sister’s arm, pulling her away from the kissing couple. “They really should hide better than that.”

  “Do you suppose they met on the job, like, forty years ago?” Katherine asked as they walked on. “Do you suppose he figured out she was in love with him because she kept giving him double servings of the Johnny Marzetti?”

  Jonah saw what Katherine was doing. She was yammering on and on about the cafeteria lady and the janitor to distract herself from scarier questions. Katherine had done the same kind of thing when they’d been in danger in 1483 and 1485 and 1600 and 1611. But Jonah wasn’t any good at yammering. The
scary questions kept flooding his mind:

  Are we in danger?

  Are Andrea and Chip and Alex and all the other missing kids from history roaming around unfrozen and terrified and in danger too?

  If JB couldn’t answer us, does that mean he’s in danger somewhere else?

  Who stopped time?

  If JB isn’t around to watch over us and keep us safe, then is somebody else maybe keeping track of our every move?

  Somebody . . . malevolent?

  They pressed on, Jonah barely listening to Katherine’s babbling. He stopped paying much attention to their surroundings, either, because it was too unnerving to see so many frozen people and frozen cars and frozen birds and even frozen smoke, hovering above chimneys. Automatically he turned out of the neighborhood surrounding the school. He stepped off the sidewalk to cross the lane leading to the library.

  And then, out of nowhere, a car sped toward them, so suddenly that Jonah could only think in spurts:

  Why isn’t it stopped like everything else?

  Why isn’t it stopping now?

  Is it going to run over us?

  THREE

  Jonah dived off to the side of the lane, into the ditch that ran along the street. He hit the ground shoulder-first but immediately rolled back up into a crouch. He strained to see where Katherine had gone. Why wasn’t she diving into the ditch beside him? Had she just dived in the other direction, landing in the ditch on the other side of the lane?

  No. Katherine was still standing in the middle of the lane. She’d put her hands on her hips and was squinting toward the speeding car as if she could stare it down.

  “Katherine!” Jonah screamed. “Move!”

  Katherine didn’t even turn her head. The car kept speeding toward her. Closer, closer, closer . . . There wasn’t time for Jonah to save her.

  And then at the last moment the car stopped, right beside Katherine.

  Katherine flipped her hair back and glanced over her shoulder toward Jonah.

  “Did you really think Angela would do anything to hurt us?” she asked.

  “Um . . . er . . .”

  For the first time, Jonah looked to see who was driving the car. It was a tall, statuesque African-American woman: their friend Angela, the only adult in the twenty-first century who knew about the time-travel trips Jonah and Katherine had made. Who, actually, was the only adult from this time period who had taken any time-travel trips of her own. At one point she’d been the only adult involved with the whole time-travel mess whom Jonah trusted.