His mind was on her change of position. They ate in silence while he tried to think his way around the trap he'd found himself in. Angela served the dessert, desperate to catch his eye. "Please," she said in a low voice. "This doesn't change anything. I'm not going to turn you over to them." Peter snorted. "Do you expect me to believe that?" "Yes." He had an uncanny feeling that she was telling the truth, but how could he be certain? "What did you bring me here for?" Angela pointed to the bank of computers he had had set up close to the bed. "To do exactly what you're doing now. Johnson was kept away from the hospital by confirming you were definitely Jack Roberts, even though we knew you weren't. We – you have to bring them down, Peter, set your plan for Magenta into action. That's all. I told you, we only want what you want." He watched her face. She was sincere, he was almost convinced of it. "Why?" Angela shook her head. "I can't tell you. If you knew, you might be able to guess who I was working for.
