Last Stand of Dead Men. Derek Landy
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it?”
“It has. Who have you been speaking to?”
Valkyrie hesitated.
“Ah,” said Skulduggery. “It was something you were discussing with China. I see. And what did China say that has you so confrontational?”
“I’m not confrontational.”
“You think there’s an argument coming so you’ve started arguing early. It’s what you always do.”
“Fine. OK. Yes, there’s an argument coming. Oh, look, it’s already arrived. Big deal.”
“And may I ask what it is we are arguing about?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Maybe not, but I think it would probably be useful nevertheless.”
Valkyrie sighed, and put some irritation into it to hide her own uneasiness. “I was talking to China about the Second Lifetime Syndrome, and about maybe telling my parents the truth.”
Skulduggery looked at her with his empty eye sockets.
It was very quiet in the Repository. She could hear her own breathing, and every slight rustle her clothes made as she stood there.
“Hmm,” Skulduggery said.
“China’s not in favour,” Valkyrie said quickly. “Just in case you think she’s talked me into anything.”
He nodded. “Hmm,” he said again.
“She gave me loads of reasons why I shouldn’t, so you don’t have to. I haven’t even decided. I just mentioned it. It’s a possibility. I don’t want to lose my family. Is that so wrong?”
He didn’t answer, and her eyes widened.
“I mean … I’m sorry, I didn’t … That was a dumb thing to say.”
“Why?” he asked, and tilted his head. Then he clicked his fingers. “Oh, yes, because my family is dead. I’d completely forgotten.”
The warmth in his voice made her smile. “You’re such a moron. Sorry, though.”
He waved her words away. “If people had to apologise to me every time they made some random comment about dead families, I’d never get any work done. As for your dilemma, I’m not going to tell you what to do. I want you to be happy and for your parents and sister to be happy and safe. Whatever way you can achieve that is fine with me.”
“Thank you.”
“So long as you take into account all the possible repercussions of your actions before you do anything, I’m confident you’ll make the right decision.”
Her smile soured. “Cheers. Are we going to find this crystal or not?”
“Already have,” Skulduggery said, and held up a small, felt-covered box. He opened it and withdrew a purple crystal the size of a peanut.
“Hmph.”
He tilted his head. “Hmph?”
Valkyrie shrugged. “It’s not very impressive, is it? I was expecting … I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was expecting something less … meh.”
“I have never admired your professionalism more than right at this moment. Anyway, this is the amethyst crystal China told you about – though, to be honest, I didn’t know it could be used to affect the memory in such a selective way. It’s usually wielded with such clumsiness, used to wipe a mind clear. Whoever our mystery man is, he knows what he’s doing.”
“If they’re so powerful,” Valkyrie said, “it couldn’t be easy getting your hands on one.”
“It’s not – certainly not one as loaded with power as this is. A lot of them have been destroyed. Most of the others have been locked away in vaults and Repositories around the world.”
“So our mystery man has a crystal of his very own,” said Valkyrie.
Skulduggery nodded slowly. “Either that or he uses this one.”
She looked at him. “Are you being serious?”
“They’re really not easy to get hold of.”
“So he borrows this one whenever he needs it, then puts it back when he’s done? But then … I mean, if that’s true, then we’ve probably passed him in the corridor a hundred times.”
“Maybe.”
“So we’re pretty sure now that not only is he a Roarhaven mage, he’s also a Sanctuary mage. That means he’s one of us.”
He looked at her. “Yes.”
“Well … that’s just creepy. Can we take fingerprints or something?”
“Crystals of this nature don’t hold any oily residue,” Skulduggery said, “and the box is covered in felt. We’ll have someone go over the CCTV footage for this room, but I doubt we’ll find anything useful. The one lead we have, though, that we didn’t have before, is the description of the old man with the long grey beard. Take that description, combine it with Roarhaven, and who springs to mind?”
“The Torment.”
“That being the case, what do you think our next move should be?”
Valkyrie smiled. “Scapegrace.”
Scapegrace threw the sweeping brush away and came forward, clasped Skulduggery’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “My friend,” he said. “It is good to see you again.”
“Uh,” Skulduggery said. “Right.”
“And Valkyrie,” Scapegrace said, turning to her, smiling broadly. “How goes the fight?”
She had to look past the impressive figure, the pretty face, the dazzling smile, and remember the brain that lurked within that head. “What fight would that be?”
“The fight against evil,” said Scapegrace. “How goes it? Does it go well?”
“Sure,” Valkyrie said, a little doubtfully.
“I heard there was an explosion in the Sanctuary. Do you have any leads?”
She frowned. “Yeah.”
“Any suspects?”
“The people who set the bomb were arrested at the scene.”
Scapegrace nodded thoughtfully. “I see, I see. Convenient. A little too convenient, wouldn’t you say? Almost as if they wanted to be caught.”
“I don’t think so …”
“Well, maybe not, I know nothing about it. But if you need our help, just give us the sign. We’ll need to work out a sign. Then you can give it, and we’ll come and help. Some kind of signal, or alarm, or, I don’t know, maybe I could give you my phone number, or you could pop by, I suppose. We’re only up the road from you, so that’d probably be handiest.”
“You feeling OK?”
Scapegrace laughed, and stepped back. “Me? I’m fine. Better than Thrasher, that’s for sure.”
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