Author: Susan Adrian
Genre: YA Thriller
Release Date: September 27, 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
Continuing the critically acclaimed story of TUNNEL VISION:
Jake thinks he has only one more step and he’ll be free: he has to get the serum to stop his ability to tunnel—to find and control people through objects. But Jake’s contact has been killed, and there's no sign of the serum. Then Jake’s mom and little sister Myka are kidnapped, right under his nose. With the government, his power-mad father, and the terrifying Mr. Smith all after him while he still has his power, he doesn’t have anywhere to turn.
What will Jake do to get his mom and little sister back?
Anything.
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Book One (click on image for Goodreads link):
I can’t believe this is really happening. Every few minutes my mind takes a step back, realizes I’m in a bizarre horror movie, and tries to convince me to turn it off. Because yes, there are bad guys in the woods with guns. For real. And I’m hiding in a mound of rocks, trying really hard not to move or breathe or... I don’t know, smell like anything. For all I know Smith has someone with the superpowers of a bloodhound, and they’ll find me that way.
I’ve been hiding for hours. It’ll be dark soon, and harder to see. Now I understand why prey animals like the dark. Maybe I can outlast them, and they’ll give up and go away.
I can hear them again, not terribly far away. Two men, I think, searching separately. The only hope I have is that they’re looking for two people, not one. And maybe they won’t look that hard?
Right. They will. Smith wants Jake bad. He’d probably find a use for me too, like he did before. As incentive. As bait.
I barely keep myself from moaning. I’m wedged in a tiny horizontal space between two giant slabs of granite in this mound, as far back as I could slide in without getting stuck. I hope. I’m trying not to think about snakes, which love spaces just like this. Or rats. Or spiders.
He’s close. In the rocks, I think. I hold my breath until I can’t anymore, let it out in a long, silent stream. Hold it again. I open my eyes, but I can’t see anything except the rock an inch from my nose, a tiny speck of mica. A sprinkling of dirt falls on my cheeks.
I hear him thumping, scratching. Banging on stone. My hope now has shifted: that he won’t look in this crevice. He’ll see it, think it’s way too small for a person — Jake wouldn’t fit, no way — and move on past. I wonder how long I’d have to stay here if he passed by to make sure they were gone. An hour, maybe. Two. For safety. He’ll pass by. He has to.
The feet shuffle to a stop right outside the crevice. The mica above me shines, suddenly bright, surrounded by sister flecks all around I couldn’t see before. A flashlight.
He found me.
Susan Adrian is a 4th-generation Californian who somehow stumbled into living in Montana. In the past she danced in a ballet company and worked in the fields of exotic pet-sitting, clothes-schlepping, and bookstore management. She’s settled in, mostly, as a scientific editor. When she’s not with her family, she keeps busy researching spy stuff, learning Russian, traveling, and writing more books.
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