Title: WHERE SECRETS ARE HIDDEN
Genre: YA Light Sci-fi
Word Count: 83,000
For 17-year-old Indigo Roberts, mind tricks like telepathy and psychokinesis are a little like computers: everyone knows how to use them, and many are much better at it than she is. But for what she uses parapsychology for – being lazy at chores or talking without being overheard – she's never felt the need to stand out.
Then her father abruptly goes away, and the following weekend her mother disappears. Two days later her car is rear-ended, a hit-and-run that seems suspiciously deliberate. As she sorts through her mother’s files looking for anything that might help the police, she discovers that fifteen years ago her parents were involved in a secret research project to develop new and potentially dangerous mind tricks – and she’d been one of the test subjects. She may actually be more special than she thought.
Digging deeper into her parents’ secrets, she learns they've been keeping her hidden from an old colleague who wants something from her and will to do anything to get it. Then she receives a text warning her against telling the cops what she knows; but the police haven't been able to turn up any leads by themselves. When her best friend is abducted, Indigo's forced to make a decision: go to the police and risk her friend's and parents' lives, or respond to the hostage-taker's demands and give herself up.
I loved Max, but there were few things I hated more than cleaning his litterbox. I stood several feet away, using my mind to open the waste bin and rake through the gravel. It spilled less if I scooped it by hand, but with mindbending I didn’t have to actually touch anything.
«I want you to know I’m cleaning the cat box,» I called up to Mom, using mindspeak to make sure she heard clearly. There was no response, but that didn’t surprise me; like most adults, Mom couldn’t broadcast far. «Unasked.» I was hoping to get out of doing the dishes tonight so my best friend Raji and I could go see a cheap Tuesday movie.
Max sat and watched, head cocked, as the scoop moved by itself through the air. As soon as I was done and had put the lid back on the bin I bent down to gather him up in my arms; he hated it when I picked him up with ‘bending. He went limp, starting to purr.
“The things I do for you,” I said. He closed his eyes contentedly.
When I came up the stairs Mom was standing at the kitchen sink, staring blankly out the window, worry creasing her brow. I paused, frowning. “Mom?”
She shook her head, composing her face as she turned, and smiled to me. “Thanks for cleaning the litterbox, Indigo.”
Max started to squirm and I set him down distractedly. It took a lot to worry Mom. “What’s wrong?”