Chapter Fourteen
Rajiv & Anya
Later that same evening, after the events at the mall, she had Skyped Rajiv; thinking he would play down her discovery and, instead, finding herself delighted to hear him confirm her suspicions.
“It would appear,” he told her, the smile filling her computer screen leaving no doubts in respect of the encouragement he took from her news; “that you have stumbled upon his heel.” His pleasure, she noticed, undiminished by the almost empty bottle of Johnny Walker she could see at his side and the fact it was deep into the small hours Calcutta time.
“Pleasure”, matched by her puzzlement.
“His what?” she had asked.
“His Achilles Heel, Anya,” her mentor explained. “A demi-god. Son of Thetis. Held by the heel as he was dipped in the waters of the Styx to make him
