Found (The Missing, Book 1)

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 141695421X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

One night a plane appeared out of nowhere, the only passengers aboard: thirty-six babies. As soon as they were taken off the plane, it vanished. Now, thirteen years later, two of those children are receiving sinister messages, and they begin to investigate their past. Their quest to discover where they really came from leads them to a conspiracy that reaches from the far past to the distant future—and will take them hurtling through time. In this exciting new series, bestselling author Margaret Peterson Haddix brings an element of suspense that will keep readers on the edge of their seats.


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were such believers in all those cliches. The living room bay window curved out invitingly, the lights blazed . . . home looked like such a safe place. Jonah just wanted to walk in, crawl into bed, pull the covers over his face, and sleep until all the scary things in his life disappeared. He glanced longingly up at the two second-story windows that looked into his room. The lights weren’t on in his room, but light was spilling in from the hallway, so he could make out dim shapes: his dresser,

asked, appearing in his doorway. “I thought I saw someone in my room,” Jonah said. “When I was outside.” Mom peeked into the closet and under the bed. “There’s nobody here,” she said. She took in a shaky breath. “Really, Jonah, if there’d been an intruder, we would have heard him. You know how those stairs creak.” Maybe whoever it was didn’t use the stairs, Jonah thought. Maybe he used a ladder at the back of the house. . . . Or maybe it was someone who could just appear and disappear at

feeling stymied. What he said to Katherine was, “I went back and looked at the county Web site—the conference has been on their schedule for more than a year. It’d be hard to set that up as a trap.” “The county Web site?” Katherine’s eyes bugged out a little. “So you left a trail on our computer. . . .” “Don’t worry, I went back in and cleared the browsing history,” Jonah said. “A kid at school showed me how to do that.” He shot the ball with exaggerated swagger, false confidence. The ball

will hear us.” Jonah glanced back over his shoulder. He could see the perfectly crisped fried chicken leg lying on his plate beside his half-eaten potatoes. He could also see Katherine, peering curiously around the corner at him. “All right,” Jonah said. “Wait here for just a second.” He went back to the table. “Mom, Dad, may I be excused?” he asked. “No clean plate club for you,” Katherine taunted, which was really stupid. Mom and Dad had stopped making a big deal about clean plates years

Interchronological Rescue. “The past was a very brutal place,” he intoned solemnly. “But as much as modern humanity’s hearts went out to their ancestors, their antecedents, they knew that the paradox and the ripple would make intervention very difficult.” “Pause it for a moment, will you?” JB called out. “I think you need a few definitions.” Katherine squinted at the Elucidator. “Where is—oh, wait, wait, I got it!” Curtis Rathbone, CEO, froze on the screen. “The paradox,” JB called out.

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