She was wrong; it did. But it held a lot of other things, too, and was soon to veer wildly from any possible expectation she might have had of it.
Wildly.
It began a couple of hours later with a knock that made Eliza look up from her work. Shed been having a hard time concentrating anyway, data swimming before her eyes, and she was glad of the distraction. Dr. Chaudhary answered the door. Hed come in not long after Morgan and had kept his commentary on world events brief. Strange days, hed said with a lift of his eyebrows before heading into his office. No chatterbox, Anuj Chaudhary. A tall Indian man in his fifties with a prominent hooked nose and thick hair turning silver at the temples, he had a genteel English accent and the manners of a Victorian gentleman.
May I help you? he asked the two men at the door.
One look at them, and Eliza felt transported into a TV show. Dark suits, regulation haircuts, bland features made even blander by a schooled lack of expression. Government agents. Dr. Anuj Chaudhary? asked the taller of the two, flipping out a badge. Dr. Chaudhary nodded. Wed like you to come with us.
Just now? Dr. Chaudhary asked, as calmly as if a colleague had popped in with an offer of tea.
Yes.
No explanation, and not a single extraneous word to soften the edges of their demand. Eliza wondered if government agents took a course in being cryptic. What was this about? Was Dr. Chaudhary in some kind of trouble? No. Of course not. When government agents came into laboratories and said, Wed like you to come with us, it was because they needed the scientists expertise.
And Dr. Chaudharys expertise was molecular phylogenetics. So the question was what DNA did they want analyzed?
Eliza turned to Morgan and found him watching the exchange with creepy, blazing avidity. Alien invasion protocol , thought Eliza. As soon as he felt her eyes on him, he turned with a smirk and said, Maybe Im not the only non-idiot on the planet after all, in a way that clearly singled her out as chief among idiots.
Which only made it incredibly sweethere it was, her one taste of sweetness in a dark day soon to get much darkerwhen Dr. Chaudhary asked the agents, May I bring an assistant? and, getting a terse nod, turned to her.
To her . Preciously, gloatingly sweet, almost too good to be true. Eliza, if you wouldnt mind accompanying me?
From the sound Morgan made, Eliza could almost have believed that the air was expelled from his lungs by way of every orifice in his head, and
not just his mouth and nose. His ears and eyes had to be in on it, too, cartoon-style. It was that fully committal, a scathing hiss of disbelief, injustice, scorn .
But Dr. Chaudhary he began, but Dr. Chaudhary dismissed him, brusque and businesslike.
Not now, Mr. Toth.
And Eliza, sliding off her stool, paused just long enough to say, under her breath, Suck it, Mr. Toth.
Thats what I should say to you , he replied, acid and furious, sliding a narrowed-eyed glance of insinuation toward Dr. Chaudhary. Eliza froze, experiencing the weird sensation of her palm going white-hot and rigid with the urgency to slap him across the face. Mindful of the agents and her mentor watching, she mastered the urge, but her hand felt heavy with the unspent slap.
Well, it was some consolation to be the one gathering equipment at Dr. Chaudharys behest, and then the one following the agents out the door, leaving Morgan to expend his violent little-boy outrage alone.
There was a car waiting. Sleek, black, government. Eliza wondered what agency the men were with. She hadnt been able to read their badges. FBI? CIA? NSA? Who had jurisdiction over angels?
Dr. Chaudhary motioned Eliza into the car first, then slid in beside her. The door clicked closed, the agents climbed in front, and the car drew out into traffic. As the distance grew between herself and the museum, Elizas triumph faded, and worry began to overwhelm it. Wait , she thought, lets think this through.
Um, excuse me. Where are we going? she asked.
Youll be briefed on arrival, was the response from the front seat.
Okay.
Arrival where ?
It had to be Rome.
Didnt it?
Eliza flicked a glance to Dr. Chaudhary, who gave a minor shrug and lift of eyebrows. This should be illuminating, he said.
Illuminating? Would it be? Were they really going to get access to the Visitors?
She had a brief image of herself stepping up to do a cheek swab on one of them, and she felt the tug of hysteria. Who would have guessed, after all that shed turned her back on, that science would be bringing her face-to-face with angels? She had to swallow a laugh. Hey, Ma, look at me! God. It was only funny because it was so preposterous. She had chosen her own path, as different from her past as it could possibly be, and where did it lead her?
One of the biggest events in the history of humanity, and she would be there sticking a Q-tip in an angels mouth? Open up. Another burble of hysteria, choked down and covered up with a throat-clearing. Eliza was going to analyze angel DNA. If they had DNA. And they would, she thought. They had physical bodies; they had to be made up of something. But what would it look like? What resemblance would it bear to human DNA? She couldnt begin to imagine, but she believed that it was how this mystery would be solved. At the molecular level.