Maybe Achilles's next move was something he planned to do entirely alone.
Maybe there was something he had that he was able to smuggle into Brazil inside his body. Did the surveillance cameras show him, perhaps, combing through his bowel movements? Peter must surely have checked for that.
While she lay there thinking, John Paul had come back from the bathroom. But now she noticed that he had not resumed snoring.
"You're awake?" she asked.
"Sorry I woke you."
"I can't sleep anyway," she said.
"The Beast?"
"We're missing something," said Theresa. "He hasn't suddenly become a loyal servant of the Hegemony."
"I'm not going to get back to sleep either," said John Paul. He got up and padded in bare feet to his computer. She heard him typing and knew that he was checking his mail first.
Busy work, but it was better than lying here staring at the dark ceiling. She got up also, took her desk from the table, and brought it back to bed, where she began checki
ng her own email.
One of the benefits of being the mother of the Hegemon was that she didn't actually have to answer the tedious mail--she could forward it on to one of Peter's secretaries to deal with, since it consisted mostly of tedious attempts of people trying to get her to use her supposed influence with Peter to get him to do something that was not within his power to do, was illegal even if he could do it, and which he would certainly not do even if it were legal.
It left her with very few pieces of mail that she needed to deal with personally.
Most of it could be answered with a few sentences and she dealt with it quickly, if a bit sleepily.
She was about to shut down her desk and try again to get back to sleep when a new piece of mail came in.
To: T%[email protected]
From: Rock%[email protected]
Re: And when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.
What was this? Some religious fanatic? But the address was her most private one, used only by John Paul, Peter, and a handful of people she actually liked and knew well.
So who sent it?
She skipped to the bottom. No signature. The message was short.
You'll never guess. There I was at a party--the boring but dangerous kind, with fine china that you know you're going to break, and a tablecloth you're bound to spill India ink on--and do you know what happens? Along comes the very man with whom I wanted to tie the knot. He thinks he's rescuing me from the party! But in fact, he was the very reason I came to the party in the first place. Not that I'll ever tell him! He would BLOW UP if he knew. And then, of course, I'm so nervous I bump into the tureen and hot soup spills all over everything. But...you know me! Just a big oaf.
That was the complete text of the message. It was really annoying, because it didn't sound like anyone she knew. She didn't have friends who sent letters as empty and pointless as this one. Gossip about a party. Somebody hoping to marry somebody else.
But before she could make any progress on figuring it out, another piece of mail came in.
To: T%[email protected]
From: Sheep%[email protected]
Re: Even as ye have done it unto the least of these...
Another biblical quote. Same person? Bound to be.
But the message was not chatty at all. In fact, it continued the scriptural motif from the subject line. It had nothing to do with the previous message.
Ye took me in, but I was not naked. I took you in, because you were foolish. Ye never knew me, but I knew you.