Dear Mystery Agent,
Reddos can answer any question in the world--at least they
could until seventeen-year-old Sophie Rowan’s simple question stumps them.
When Sophie helps new-boy-at-school Hugh Kedoa, Hugh reveals
that he’s a Reddo, a human who possesses infinite knowledge and offers five
answers to those who help him. According to Hugh, a Reddo can only access that
knowledge by giving answers. But when hopeless romantic Sophie asks if she has
a true love, Hugh draws a blank.
So much for infinite knowledge.
Sophie’s search for her answer leads to an unexpected
friendship with Hugh’s family. They confess that a power-hungry businessman
with a vendetta is hunting them. He learned how to kill Reddos and take their
most dangerous ability for himself. If he tracks down the Kedoas, Sophie’s true
love dilemma is going to be the least of her problems. The enemy hates other
outsiders involved in the Reddos’ world more than anything.
Now Sophie has to figure out how to protect herself from a
psycho, why Hugh couldn’t answer her question, all the while becoming more
aware that she’s probably too involved in the Kedoas’ lives. But she would rather
put herself in the enemy’s crosshairs, or even sacrifice her answers, than
Turns those might be the only ways to save them.
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Sophie slipped and crashed to the ground, tucking her chin
into her shoulder to save her eyes from the spray of muck. The downpour
exploded puddle water into her face anyway.
All evening she had treaded the slick trails like walking a
tightrope, and now because of one measly lack of concentration she was covered
She pried away a strand of damp hair plastered to her face.
Her hand froze in midair, and her eyes locked on the shadow the limb cast over
the trail’s edge.
Sophie knew better than anyone that these prints meant someone had left the
clearly-marked trails at Ellery Wildlife Preserve. After all, she spent most of
her day tracking down the rule-breakers, the ones that somehow couldn’t
understand what the big WALK ONLY ON THE TRAILS signs meant.
But this was different. These impressions originated at the
edge of the path and trailed away, disappearing into the green-tinged fog that
had swallowed the forest. Sophie’s fingertips skimmed across the indents the
faint zigzag tread had left. She leaned back on her knees and frowned at the
Footprints couldn’t start at the edge of a trail, unless
their owner had dropped out of the sky into the forest. And Sophie had
personally made sure that all the visitors left an hour ago, when the preserve
closed to everyone but the preservation crew.
These prints meant someone had broken the law to get into