ST PETER’S, THE VATICAN
A ll of us watch the news in awe.
The children clap their hands, most enthusiastic about it, although I am against them watching it. It is Fabiola who insists they do. I can’t understand what the deal is with the children yet.
“Why did he go back to do this?” I ask Fabiola.
“You never know what’s on the Pillar’s mind.” She looks away. She is lying. She knows why. I’m starting to lose my patience.
“In spite of all his bad doings, he rid the world of those bad people.”
“Did he?” She looks back. “Or did he just promote more violence in the world?”
I am confused. She has a point, but the Pillar may also have a point.
“Do you know of a reason why he would go back to do this while we’re in the middle of stopping Carolus?” I ask her.
“I have no idea, Alice. You said it yourself. He went back when you needed him. Trust me. He just wants to evoke chaos. And even if he doesn’t, you’ll figure out he has an agenda of his own. I hope he returns and gives you back his key.”
“You’re right,” I say, trying to keep my focus on what matters. “I suppose I will let the chauffeur fly back to London.”
“We’ll have to delay that a bit,” the chauffeur says. “The chopper needs some maintenance. But not for long. Don’t worry.”
“Besides, you won’t find Carolus in London,” Fabiola says.
“What do you mean?”
“My sources have told me the Queen of Hearts captured him and is taking him with her to the UN’s meeting in Geneva.”
“Geneva? The Queen and Carolus? Something isn’t right here.”
“I know. That’s why you have to kill him sooner. Who knows what the Queen has planned for us all.”