GENRE: SF Thriller
When a gifted mathematician discovers that the British military found her inside a crop circle as an infant, her subsequent search for answers puts her in the sights of a rogue lieutenant colonel on an alien hunt. Now she must solve the clues hidden in the circles’ patterns and unravel their secrets before she’s brought in for testing — or autopsy.
“Mum? Dad? Where are you?”
After getting the call from her dad, Keigh raced home from Oxford. She’d packed in a rush and brought only clothes. She left her research behind. She couldn’t concentrate anyway.
The living room and kitchen were empty. He must be upstairs with her.
“Hello?” She rapped a single knuckle on her parent’s bedroom door and cracked it open. “It’s me. I let myself in.”
She pushed the door open wider and peeked around. Her dad was sitting on the side of the bed with a tray of food in his lap. A faded floral bed sheet shrouded her mum’s frail figure from neck to toe.
“Hello, hon.” Her dad’s smile didn’t echo in his watery eyes.
Her mum stretched out a gaunt arm and curled her fingers. “Come here, you.” Her voice was a croak.
Keigh crossed the room and folded her mum’s hand into her own, pressing a kiss to her paper-thin skin. The now-familiar tang of mentholated ointment wafted past.
She smoothed a white wisp of hair from her mum’s forehead. “How is the pain?”
Her mum’s answering sigh transitioned to a troubling spasm of coughing. Her dad held a napkin to her cracked lips, deftly tucking away the bloody spots inside the cloth’s folds. “She’s had better days, but having you here will do us both a world of good.”
Keigh sank to her knees by the bed. “I’m right here, mum. I’ll stay as long as you want.”