don’t know.”
Valkyrie frowned. “Is that doubt in your voice?”
“Greymire Asylum doesn’t exist,” Skulduggery said. “Not officially anyway. It has no staff and it has no patients. No one knows anyone who’s ever worked there.”
“OK, so it’s a secret psychiatric hospital.”
“No,” Skulduggery said. “It’s not a psychiatric hospital at all. It’s what was once called a lunatic asylum, as barbaric as that sounds. Sorcerers driven mad by magic were sent there. Only the most dangerous. Only the worst cases. They were locked away so that the rest of us could forget about them.”
“China would know where it is, wouldn’t she?”
“She won’t tell us. I wouldn’t tell us, either. Greymire is best left forgotten.”
“Well,” said Valkyrie, “that’s not really going to work for me.”
“We’ll grab Caisson,” Skulduggery said. “The next time he comes to visit, we’ll grab him and send someone into his head. We’ll find out what he knows.”
“No.”
“Valkyrie—”
“We’ve been looking for Nye for months and we haven’t come close to it. Caisson is our only lead, and I’m not going to risk that by trying something sneaky. Besides, his head is so messed up that I doubt a Sensitive would be able to learn anything useful, even if we did grab him. Caisson came to me with a proposal and I’ve accepted.”
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