Found by Margaret Peterson Haddix

Author:Margaret Peterson Haddix
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

NINETEEN

Silence. Dead silence.

Jonah wasn’t really even thinking about what Angela had said, because it was too bizarre and incredible to consider. It was like his brain shut down, rejecting her theory so completely. After a few moments, he thought to look at Chip and Katherine to see how they were reacting—mostly he was concerned that they’d be all rude and mocking and mean to Angela, when clearly she was just a nutcase. Oh, sure, she’d seemed fairly reasonable at first, except for being scared to talk on the telephone. But believing in time travel? And babies aging backward? Insanity.

Chip and Katherine both had their mouths open already, though Chip’s might have just been hanging open in shock.

“Well, thanks for meeting with us,” Jonah said quickly, hoping he could get everyone away from Angela before Katherine had a chance to speak. “Your ideas are, um, very interesting.” He was struggling for words, trying to think of a polite excuse to leave. Could he carry off, Oh, my, look at the time!?

Suddenly something slammed into the glass door next to Jonah.

Instinctively, Jonah grabbed for the door handle, but it was too late. A man was wedging his heavily booted foot between the door and the glass wall. The rest of the man’s body was sprawled out on the ground, because another man appeared to have tackled him.

“You can’t do this!” the tackler was screaming. No, not exactly screaming. He was keeping his voice down, barely above a whisper, but his words still echoed with fury. “Not here. Not now. You’ll make a scene. Do you want to ruin time completely?”

Jonah shoved against the man’s boot; he drove his shoulder against the door, trying to shut it against the man’s ankle. He couldn’t see the man’s face, because the tackler blocked his view. Then the tackler turned, and Jonah could at least see him clearly. A jolt of recognition flowed through his body; he was so stunned he almost let go of the door.

The tackler was the “janitor” from the FBI, the one who’d told Jonah to look at the file on Mr. Reardon’s desk.

“Jonah! Chip! Run!” the tackler called urgently, struggling with the man in the boots.

What good was that? There was nowhere to run to, except out the door where the men were fighting. The booted man reared up, almost breaking the tackler’s grip.

Katherine shrieked.

“The window!” Angela said.

She rushed over to the outer wall and began tugging on the window handle. Chip jumped up and helped her. The window opened inward, making a narrow V with the wall. Chip dived out through the small space, barely missing landing in a holly bush.

Katherine followed him quickly, executing a gymnastic-like move at the end, when she flipped over onto her feet.

“Jonah, come on!” she yelled in through the open window.

Jonah looked back at the men struggling on the ground. What would happen if he stopped holding the door?

“Go!” the tackler called over his shoulder.

Jonah ran for the window, skirting the table. He looked back once and saw that the men had rolled into the conference room.

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