Afterward, they got out the chessboard, but her head wasnât really in the game.
âAdmit it,â Uncle Jack said. âYouâre letting me win.â
He knew what was on her mind and was trying to lighten the mood. âItâs the only way you can win,â she said with mock sincerity. âAnd I just feel so bad for you.â
âHow sportsmanlike.â
She closed her eyes. âI know. Youâre welcome.â
âEleanor, Iââ
The chime of the Sync cut him off.
CHAPTER
4
T HE MESSAGE MADE NO SENSE . I T WASNâT EVEN REALLY A message, it was just a batch of files. Eleanor opened them, one by one, hoping to find something to help her make sense of what her mom was sending her. But all she found were diagrams that she recognized from her science class as star charts, with lines and equations drawn across them in sweeping arcs. There were maps of the world with crisscrossing lines connecting far-flung locations, wrapping the globe in a spiderweb. There were pages and pages of mathematical equations.
âWhat is this?â Eleanor asked out loud, sitting alone in her room on her bed.
The images all had a watermark in the bottom-right corner.
G.E.T.
Never mind what the files wereâwhat was her mom doing with them?
The Sync chimed again, and a new batch of files came in, as incomprehensible as the first. One of them appeared to be an Arctic map showing the city of Barrow, Alaska, as well as the research station where her mom must be currently stationed, inside the National Petroleum Reserve. More pages of equations, charts, and graphs. This batch didnât have the G.E.T. watermark.
The Sync chimed a third time, and a text came through.
Eleanor typed quickly.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Eleanor waited. No reply came through. She didnâtknow what all these files meant, but she intended to do with them exactly what her mother asked her to do.
Uncle Jack knocked on the door and came in. âEverything okay, Ell Bell?â
When her mom said âsecret,â Eleanor didnât think she meant from Uncle Jack. âMom sent me a bunch of files. Maps and stuff.â She then read the text to him.
âThatâs weird,â Uncle Jack said.
âYeah.â All this only fed Eleanorâs earlier worries. âI knew there was something going on she wasnât telling me.â
âShe mentioned her company had partnered with the G.E.T. on an energy project.â
âShe did?â
âBefore she left on this trip.â
Eleanor looked at the blank screen of her Sync. âBut she hates the G.E.T.â
âShe doesnât hate them, Ellie, she just doesnât agree with them. Her team discovered something they didnât have the resources to pursue. Some kind of massive oil deposit or something. The G.E.T. came in to help.â
âSheâs working for them?â
âWorking with them. Temporarily.â
âSo why is she sending me this stuff?â
Uncle Jack palmed his head with his thick hand and rubbed his hair. âI donât know.â
âItâs not all G.E.T. stuff. Only the first batch was. This other stuff is hers.â Eleanor looked up at the ceiling, at the Spackle where she used to see animals and faces. âIt sounds like sheâs in some kind of trouble.â
âIâm sure sheâs fine, Ell Bell.â Uncle Jack sat down next to her, and the bed squealed. âIt sounds like things are really tense for her right now. Super busy. But Iâm sure sheâs fine.â
Eleanor wasnât sure.
âTry to put it out of your mind for now, okay? Maybe get to bed?â He rubbed her back. âHopefully, sheâll be in touch tomorrow and you can find out what all this means.â
Eleanor didnât know how
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