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Chapters (27)
  1. Chapter 01:00: Elle
  2. Chapter 02:00: The Predictive
  3. Chapter 03:00: MC2
  4. Chapter 04:00: Oops
  5. Chapter 05:00: Leap 2048
  6. Chapter 06:00: Ferrari Forever
  7. Chapter 07:00: Names
  8. Chapter 08:00: Undercover
  9. Chapter 09:00: Cake
  10. Chapter 10:00: Game
  11. Chapter 11:00: The Red Hat
  12. Chapter 12:00: The Understory
  13. Chapter 13:00: Rite of Passage
  14. Chapter 14:00: The Law of The Jungle
  15. Chapter 15:00: Eve
  16. Chapter 16:00: Mind Over Matter
  17. Chapter 17:00: To Bake My Bread
  18. Chapter 18:00: Survival of The Fittest
  19. Chapter 19:00: 0 To 60 In 1.4 Seconds
  20. Chapter 20:00: The Predictive
  21. Chapter 21:00: 2100
  22. Chapter 22:00: Infinites
  23. Chapter 23:00: 3-Leap
  24. Chapter 00:00: Continuum
  25. Acknowledgements
  26. About the Author
  27. Extract from The Time-Thief

We’re all quiet at dinner. The afternoon’s worn us out. One good thing: Big Ben’s talking to me again! He’s sitting next to me wearing the red hat. Ama’s on the other side and GMT opposite. Everything feels normal. Except Kwesi and Noon are still missing, Season’s off and Le Temps is King of the Kitchen.

Tonight, he’s kept to Season’s colour-coded menu. Mange-Tout is nowhere to be seen. But when I go up to the counter, Le Temps winks at me.

‘You could have mashed potato and tofu. Or fish pepper soup with yam. Your choice.’

I narrow my eyes. Why is he being nice to me when I was nasty to him?

‘There aren’t any fish in 2048. That’s an Anachronism!’

He smiles. ‘Still feisty as ever. You’re perfect, Elle. Quite perfect. But, swear on my father’s life, I found mackerel in the freezer labelled 2022. 26 years old! Not smuggled. Neglected. A little frost-bitten but . . .’ He shrugs his shoulders. ‘Up to you.’

I wish it didn’t smell so good. My mouth is already full of saliva. Mackerel is oily rather than white fish but I could eat with my eyes closed. Le Temps may be a bad man but he’s a good cook. Season said no meat was allowed in her kitchen. She didn’t mention fish. Le Temps pushes the bowl towards me and the aroma is too tempting. He puts another bowl on the tray with three small pieces of yam and some coconut oil. How did he know that was my favourite dish? Even though it’s dinner, not breakfast, I walk back to our table and put down the bowl. Ama’s eyes go bigger than Jupiter.

‘Fish! How on earth . . .’

‘Le Temps found mackerel in the freezer,’ I say.

‘And you believed him?’

‘He might be telling the truth. He didn’t lock Season in a cupboard.’

‘Doesn’t mean he’s innocent.’ Ama shakes her head. I can see she wants to eat the fish pepper soup. Pepper soup is popular in Ghana too. Even Big Ben’s interested. He loves spicy food. He leans over it, breathes in, breathes out.

‘Elle, he isn’t Pete LMS’s dad. The maths is wrong. Pete LMS’s dad is old now.’

‘What?’

‘He’s old in 2020. My mum knows him. Why did you say—’

‘When Pete LMS was bullying me, he said his DAD said, “Nature does what she likes. Nothing to do with man.”’

Ama laughs.

‘Elle, lots of people say the same things. Doesn’t make them the same PERSON.’ Then she turns to my soup again. ‘You’re not going to eat it, are you?’