directly.’
Chapter 28
12 September 2001, Interstate 90, Newton, Massachusetts
The rest of the drive up to Boston had been quiet. Liam, Maddy and Sal all silent with their own thoughts. The two support units sat perfectly still; Bob was busy as he drove, sorting through packets of code and prioritizing the most useful bits to upload to Becks. She sat in the back, still as a shop mannequin, as she digested the code floating back to her. Rashim gazed out of the window at more of a world he’d only ever seen in video-film files, while SpongeBubba chirped exclamations full of childlike wonder every now and then.
So very much like a child with that squeaky voice and slight lisp…
Look, skippa! A RED car!
Hey! That man’s re-eally fat!
Maddy wondered why Rashim would deliberately choose to hack his robot’s code to be so grating. But that was it, wasn’t it? The faults, the irritating traits and annoying behavioural ticks, the imperfections and phobias… it’s those things that make us human. That’s why he made his lab unit so irritating. Less of a soulless machine.
Perfection on the other hand…? Cool, detached, emotionless perfection. Like those two killer meatbots relentlessly pursuing them. That’s what sociopaths were, weren’t they? At least in their own minds — without weakness, without imperfections.
Just after midday they checked into another motel; it was as generic and nondescript as the last one had been. But at least this was one in her hometown. Boston. Maddy felt a little more secure. The suburb Arlington, where her folks lived, was actually only about five or six miles away as the crow flies.
She was so nearly home.
‘Isn’t this a bit dangerous?’ said Liam, flicking through the channels on the room’s TV set. ‘I mean… well, might they not guess you’ll come here?’
He’d said ‘they’ like They. Them: the sort of language a tinfoil-hat-wearing, paranoid conspiracy nut would use.
‘We’re nearly out of money, Liam. And, even if the account had more money in it, what if someone’s tracking the card when we use an ATM?’ It could be done, a bank account flagged and used to track a person’s movements. ‘We need some help. In case you haven’t noticed, our little organization isn’t doing so good.’
‘But come on, going to your parents ’ house?’
‘They can help us out! My mom and dad, once I’ve explained who I am, they’ll help us out.’
‘Once you’ve explained who you are?’ He cocked a brow. ‘Listen to yourself. That’ll take some explaining, so it will, Maddy.’
She could already imagine the expression on her mom’s face. A squint of suspicion at the strange teenage girl on her doorstep gabbling about time travel. Then probably fear. Perhaps Mom would try slamming the front door on her and calling the police. But then Maddy could tell her and Dad some things that were about to happen. She could tell them that President Bush was soon to make his infamous ‘Axis of Evil’ speech. That very soon they were going to start pointing the finger of blame at Saddam Hussein in Iraq. Or aim for something closer to home.
She tried to think of their family life directly after 9/11. But she couldn’t remember anything specific that was due to happen at home over the next few days. They’d lost Julian in the north tower, their nephew, her cousin. It would be a household fogged with grief right now. No wonder she couldn’t recall anything specific. She was nine, then — now. Her younger version would be a confused and frightened little girl, believing Fox News that a Big War was coming. That more planes could suddenly start dropping out of the sky. No wonder Maddy couldn’t pull any useful memory out of her head from the immediate aftermath. It was just one big fog of news stations repeating the same things, of fear and paranoia and rumours.
She decided she’d pick something from before 9/11 to tell her parents, something only their very own daughter would know. And yes, there’d be herself — her younger self — right there to confirm that she was telling the truth, that she was their daughter from the future. She could pick something like her favourite toy’s name, her favourite TV show, her favourite clothes, her favourite…
Maddy realized she couldn’t recall any of those things.
Not a single thing.
‘Liam’s right,’ said Sal. ‘Maybe visiting them isn’t a good idea.’
Maybe. Maddy watched channels flash by on the screen. Maybe the other two were right. But they couldn’t stay here in these two motel rooms forever.
Liam yawned. She felt tired too. She needed some time alone to get her head right.
‘Let’s get some rest,’ she said finally. ‘We’ve all had a bad few days and we’re none of us thinking straight here.’
‘That is sensible,’ said Bob. ‘Becks and I can stand watch while you sleep.’
‘You boys can have the other room,’ said Maddy. Rashim nodded and got up. Liam tossed the TV remote to Sal, and Bob opened the door for them.
‘Let’s meet for dinner. We’ll work out what we do next then.’
The boys left, the motel door snicked shut behind them. Becks took her place beside the window, the net curtain tugged slightly aside, patiently watching the slip road outside that led past a TGI Friday’s and a liquor store to their motel. Sal flopped on to the free bed and within a couple of minutes was snoring with a soft rattle that sounded like the purr of a cat.
And Maddy gazed listlessly at the muted TV set at the end of her bed.
Chapter 29
12 September 2001, New Haven County, Connecticut
Agents Cooper and Mallard looked at the knuckle-shaped bulge in the cell door.
‘ She did that?’ said Cooper.
The duty officer at the county police station nodded. ‘We had to taser her and heavily sedate her, cuff her… and put her in a restraining jacket, or I reckon she’d have smashed her way out eventually.’
‘She’s conscious now, though?’
The officer nodded. ‘You actually wanna go in there with her?’
‘Of course.’
‘Jeez… don’t rile her up or anything.’ He fussed with a jangle of keys on his belt. ‘Don’t know why we’re holding her here. She should’ve been taken to the state — ’
‘On my orders,’ replied Cooper. ‘The less pairs of eyeballs on this, the better. And you and your boys did a splendid job taking her down at the mall.’ He smiled kindly. ‘I trust her in your care, officer. For the moment.’
He found the key and inserted it into the cell door. ‘This is some kind of Top Secret, isn’t it?’
‘Afraid so.’
‘Anything to do with the World Trade Center?’
Cooper shook his head. Keep it simple. Keep it terrorist-free. ‘No. Nothing.’
He turned the key in the door. ‘Back at the mall she hospitalized three of my men even after we’d tasered the heck out of her.’ He looked at Cooper pointedly. ‘Could you at least give me some idea what the hell she is?’
Cooper glanced at Mallard, then back at the cop. ‘She’s… the future.’ He pulled the cell door open; it clanged against the doorframe as it opened, slightly misshapen from the pounding it had received from the inside.
He stepped in, beckoned Mallard to join him, but held his hand up to the cop. ‘Just my colleague and me, I’m afraid.’
‘Right,’ sighed the officer.
He glanced at the bald-headed female strapped to the cell’s cot. She was wide awake and emotionless grey eyes swivelled murderously towards him. She was panting like a wild animal, flexing against the restraints.
