Missing Through Time
Marcus and Ryan have teamed up again to find a missing person. Well, three of them to be more exact. But it's the same person, taken from 3 different places in time. What would drive someone to take the same person multiple times? What is their end game? Two agents join the search.
Adam, an agent for the World Bureau, has a secret. Will this agent's secret stop him from doing what needs to be done? Will he get his head in the game and do what it takes to find Charles?
Billie has temporarily joined the Bureau to help find her brother. With new memories in tote, will she find the brother she became close to? Or will she lose herself in the chase?
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Excerpt from Chapter 2
Charles saw a crowd pulling up toward his house. He wondered what was going on. The air taxi lowered to the street between the houses. The roads were no longer used in the year 2229, but it was cost-effective to leave them as they were, and just maintain them. Streetlamps in front of every house flickered at night. As the taxi lowered, the lamps flickered out for the day. The silver metal glistened under the sun’s rays.
“Sir, do you want me to fly around or drop you off here?” the driver asked with an accent. His ancestors were from India, but he’d been in Fort Lane for years. The accent was all that was left of his past.
“Yes, here’s just fine. I wonder what’s happening?” Charles asked as he unbuckled his seat belt.
“You got me. Do you want to wait a minute?”
“Nah, let me pay so you can move on.” Charles rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm unit. He touched the panel on the back of the driver’s headrest and paid the driver. Charles worked for the World Bureau in the Science District.
“Gee, thank you!” the driver said in excitement when he saw the payment on the dashboard. “Have a great evening, Charles.”
“Thank you. Same to you.” Charles noticed the driver pray over the dashboard and knew what he was praying for. He’d seen it done many times when they received payment for something. It was a prayer for financial stability and he was thanking the gods. Charles smiled, opened the door, and jumped down from the floating taxi. He stepped back to allow the door to close automatically. He stood there as the taxi lifted and flew away slowly until he was above the street lamps and sped up.
Charles walked toward his house. “Excuse me, may I get through?” he asked as he squeezed through the crowd. “What’s happening?”
“A man passed out.” The woman looked at Charles. “He looks just like you.”
“Hmm, I wonder if he’s a visitor from my past or future,” Charles said as he held in a laugh.
“Charles, you should be ashamed of yourself. The thought of someone visiting from another time like that. You know that’s against the law.”
“Jeannie, it was a joke.”
“Oh.”