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unnecessary,” Fletcher seethed.
    “If you’d been faster,” she said quietly, “maybe you could have been the hero – but you weren’t, so you’re the innocent victim. Get over it.”
    Tanith took Chabon far enough away from passing pedestrians so that they could talk without being overheard. She pressed him back against the wall. He was holding his hand against his chest, obviously in a great deal of pain.
    “Where’s the real Murder Skull?” Valkyrie asked, keeping her voice low.
    “I gave it to you,” Chabon tried. She prodded his hands and he hissed. “OK! Stop! I had it, I swear I did. When I talked to you on the phone, I had it.”
    “So what did you do with it?”
    Chabon was looking quite pale. His injury was making him sweat. “There’s a…Look, there’s a rule, in what I do. If you find something that one person is willing to pay for, odds are there’s someone else who’s willing to pay more.”
    “You advertised ?”
    “I didn’t know anyone would be that interested, so yeah, I mentioned it here and there, and someone came to me with a better offer.”
    “Who?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Valkyrie made a fist and crunched it against Chabon’s hands. Tanith struggled to keep him standing upright.
    “A woman,” he gasped. “I met with her an hour ago. She paid me triple. I didn’t think you’d ever know. It’s the Murder Skull. What’s so important about it?”
    “What did this woman look like?” asked Tanith.
    “Dark hair. Pretty enough. All business.”
    “A name,” Valkyrie said. “A number, address, anything.”
    “She called me. Kept her number private. We met in the arrivals area in the airport. She had the money so I gave her the skull. I brought a second one for you lot.”
    “You’d better give us something we can use to find her,” Fletcher said, “or I’m teleporting you to the middle of the Sahara and I’m leaving you there.”
    Chabon looked at him, like he was gauging whether or not the threat was serious. He obviously decided it was.
    “She’s American – Boston by the accent. And she’s got that eye thing – one green eye, one blue.”
    “Heterochromia,” Tanith said. “Davina Marr.”
    Valkyrie’s stomach dropped. Davina Marr had been brought in by the Irish Sanctuary to assume the role of Prime Detective. Valkyrie had had a few run-ins with her already, and had found her to be ambitious, patronising and ruthless.
    “If she bought the skull,” Valkyrie said grimly, “then Thurid Guild has it by now, and he’s going to lock it away to make sure Skulduggery never gets back.”
    “So what do we do?” asked Fletcher.
    “We steal it,” said Valkyrie.

5
THE REVENGERS’ CLUB
    I t was raining. Again.
    Scarab didn’t like Ireland. Every great misfortune in his life had happened here. Every major defeat. Even though he had done his time in an American prison, he’d been arrested here in Ireland – and it had been raining then too.
    The castle was cold and there were draughts everywhere. Most of the doors had recently been blocked off, sealing away the dungeons and various unsavoury places. They were still accessible through the many secret passages, but it was proving quite difficult to get around. Also the plumbing was terrible. The cell that had been his home for two centuries had kept him alive, kept him nourished, kept his body clean and his muscles from atrophying. For 200 years he had not even needed to visit a bathroom. Where did all the waste go? Was there any waste to begin with? He didn’t know and no one had come around to tell him.
    And now, suddenly, he had to eat and wash and visit the bathroom at worryingly frequent intervals, and the toilet wouldn’t flush. He’d searched for another bathroom and had quickly got lost. He had stumbled around in the dark for half an hour before finding his way back to where he started.
    “Where have you been?” Billy-Ray asked, hurrying by. “They’re here.” He disappeared into the next