“I see. Did he tell you where to find Darquesse?”
“He told us her next move. She’s looking for the Hessian Grimoire.”
China frowned again. “The Hessian? But that … that’s all theory. There’s nothing at all practical within those pages. I could name a hundred grimoires that would be more useful than the Hessian.”
“The Hessian Grimoire contains knowledge,” Skulduggery said. “That’s what she’s after. The only reason most of those theories remain theories is because there’s been no one powerful enough to test them. Until now. If she gets her hands on that … it’s all over. The one advantage we have is that we know where the grimoire is being stored, and Darquesse doesn’t.”
“It won’t take her long to find out,” China said. “You need to get to it before she does.”
“Agreed,” said Skulduggery. “I was thinking we go and get it tonight, actually.”
“What a coincidence,” said China. “So was I.”
They walked to the lobby and found Finbar Wrong asleep on one of the chairs. His tattered denim jacket was covering him like a blanket and his Doc Martens were off.
“Finbar,” Stephanie said, shaking him gently.
“Mmm.”
“Finbar, wake up.”
He opened his eyes slowly, blinked up at her and grinned sleepily. “Oh, hello. Mmm. Sorry. Where am I?”
“Roarhaven,” Skulduggery said. “You have something for us?”
“I’m in Roarhaven?”
“You are.”
“How did I get here?”
“We don’t know.”
“Maybe I drove. I think I drove. I probably drove. Can I drive?”
“Tipstaff said you had information for us.”
“Who’s Tipstaff?”
“The Administrator. The man you were talking to about tattoos.”
“That’s Tipstaff? I was calling him Kevin. Aw, man, that’s so embarrassing.”
He held up his hands and Stephanie pulled him out of the chair.
“You’re not used to early mornings, are you?”
He shook his head. “Early mornings were invented by the system to keep the people occupied. But not me. I’m on to them. They’re not gonna catch me napping. Metaphorically, like. Obviously, they can catch me physically napping like, four or five times a day, but, metaphorically, I am so far beyond their reach.”
“Finbar,” Skulduggery said.
“Hey, Skul-man.”
“Hello, Finbar. You told Tipstaff you had information you could only pass on to us personally. So here we are.”
“There you are,” Finbar said, his eyes narrowing as he looked around. “Can we trust the others?”
“There’s no one else here,” Stephanie said.
“Oh. But aren’t we being monitored or something?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. Well, OK then, though I’d seriously look into planting a few microphones around here. You never know what people might be whispering about.”
“Finbar.”
“Right. Yeah. Something big has happened. Something huge. Last night, while I was asleep? I had a dream about Valkyrie.”
Stephanie looked at him. “So?”
“So, um, so I had a dream about her.”
“So what?”
“No, no,” said Finbar. “I don’t mean I just had a dream and Valkyrie was in it. Although, yeah, I do. But what I also mean is that Valkyrie came to me in a dream.”
“What do you mean, she came to you?” asked Stephanie.
Skulduggery tilted his head. “What happened?”
“I was in some vast city,” said Finbar, “full of neon lights and skyscrapers. I was a Power Ranger. I don’t know why I was a Power Ranger, but I was. I was the Red Ranger. Sharon was dressed up like Princess – y’know, from G-Force? Anyway, we had to rescue our son, who was this weird turtle thing, from all these kaiju – Godzilla and Mothra and Rodan, and for some reason King Kong was there as well, but I don’t think that’s relevant.”
Stephanie blinked. “You don’t think that’s relevant?”
“He’s not a kaiju, is he? Not technically. He’s just a giant ape.”
“Where does Valkyrie enter into all this?” Skulduggery asked.
“Ah, yeah, right, OK, so there we were, me and Sharon, and we were fighting these people made from broccoli, which I’m pretty sure was a dream nod to a Warren Ellis comic, and then Rodan came thundering towards us and it all looked bad, it looked like we were about to die, and then the ground, like, exploded, and there was this … this thing … with all these tentacles, bursting up and grabbing Rodan, and it threw him away, over the skyscrapers. And then it turned to me, and I couldn’t see a face, but I heard its voice, and it was Valkyrie. She called my name and said, ‘Help me.’ And then I woke up.”
“That’s it?” Stephanie asked, frowning.
“Well,” Finbar said, “there was a bit more action with the Fiery Phoenix and some mechs, but I don’t think you’d be interested in any of that unless you’re a big anime fan. Are you?”
“I meant,” Stephanie said, “is that it as far as Valkyrie’s concerned?”
“Oh,” Finbar said. “Yeah, it is.”
“Then I must be missing something. You had a dream where you were fighting Godzilla and you heard Valkyrie talking. You’re not saying it’s a premonition, are you? Because there’s no such thing as Godzilla, and you’re not a Power Ranger.”
“Not a premonition, no. But I think Valkyrie was trying to communicate with me.”
“How do you know it wasn’t just another part of the dream?” asked Stephanie.
Finbar answered her frown with one of his own. “Because I’m a psychic. I know the difference. I usually know the difference. Sometimes I know the difference. I’m sure it was her, that’s what I’m trying to say.”
“But Valkyrie’s gone,” said Stephanie. “If you heard her voice, that was Darquesse.”
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