me in because, five days ago, two of their people went missing – Clement Gale and Alexander Slake.”
“How very unfortunate, but I don’t believe I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting either of them.”
“They were assigned to… observe you, from time to time.”
“Spies?”
“Not at all. Merely observers. The Elders thought it prudent to keep tabs on a few of Mevolent’s followers, to make sure no one strayed from the terms of the Truce. You were always at the top of that list.”
Serpine smiled. “And you think I had something to do with their disappearance? I’m a man of peace these days, not war. I seek only knowledge.”
“You seek secrets.”
“You make that sound so sinister, Mr Bliss. As for the missing ‘observers’, maybe they’ll turn up safe and well, and the Elders can apologise for dragging you out of your retirement.”
“They turned up yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“Dead.”
“How terrible for them.”
“Not a mark on their bodies. No indication at all as to how they died. Sound familiar?”
Serpine thought for a moment then arched an eyebrow and held up his gloved right hand. “You think this did it? You think I killed those men? I haven’t used this power in years. When I first learned it, I thought it was a wonderful thing, but now I look on it as a curse, and a reminder to me of my many mistakes and transgressions in my servitude to Mevolent. I don’t mind telling you, Mr Bliss, that I am deeply ashamed of what I have done with my life.”
Bliss stood there and Serpine almost spoiled it all by laughing, but he managed to retain his look of mocking innocence.
“Thank you for your co-operation,” Bliss said, turning to leave. “I shall be in touch if I need to ask you more questions.”
Serpine waited until Bliss was at the door before speaking again. “They must be scared.”
Bliss stopped. “What makes you say that?”
“They sent you, didn’t they? Why didn’t they send the detective, I wonder?”
“Skulduggery Pleasant is busy with another investigation.”
“Is that so? Or maybe they thought I would be intimidated by you.”
“They thought you’d listen to me. This Truce will hold only for as long as both sides want it to. The Elders want it to hold.”
“That must be nice for them.”
Mr Bliss looked at him like he was trying to read his thoughts. “Be careful, Nefarian. You might not like what’s at the end of this road you’re on.”
Serpine smiled. “You’re sure you won’t join me for a drink?”
“I have a plane to catch.”
“Going somewhere nice?”
“I have a meeting in London.”
“I hope that goes well for you. We’ll have a drink some other time then.”
“Perhaps.”
Mr Bliss inclined his head in a small bow, and left.
GHASTLY
She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, dried herself off and pulled on fresh jeans and a T-shirt. Barefoot, she took her old clothes downstairs and threw them in the washing machine, added the powder and turned it on. It was only after she’d had something to eat that she allowed herself to think about the previous night.
Well, she said to herself, so that happened.
She pulled on her shoes and went out, the sunshine warm on her face. At the end of her road, she passed the old pier and started towards Main Street. Normality. Kids playing football, riding bikes and laughing, dogs running about, tails wagging, neighbours talking to neighbours and the world being as she’d always thought it was. No living skeletons. No magic. No men trying to kill her.
A crazy laugh escaped her lips when she reflected on how much her life had changed in the space of a day. She had gone from being a perfectly ordinary girl in a perfectly ordinary world to becoming a target for water-soluble weirdos and a partner for a skeleton detective out to solve her uncle’s murder.
Stephanie faltered. Her uncle’s murder? Where had she got that from? Gordon had died of natural causes: the doctors had said so. She frowned. But these were doctors who lived in a world without walking, talking skeletons. But still, why assume he’d been murdered? What on earth had made her think that?
“There are items that cannot be taken,” China had said, “possessions that cannot be stolen. In such a case, the owner must be dead before anyone else can take advantage of its powers.”
Her attacker, and whoever had sent him, wanted something. They wanted something badly enough to kill her to get it. And if they wanted it that badly, would they really have waited for her uncle to die of natural causes before they went looking for it?
Stephanie felt cold. Gordon had been murdered. Someone had killed him and no one was doing anything about it. No one was asking the questions, no one was trying to figure out who did it.
Except for Skulduggery.
She narrowed her eyes. He must have known Gordon was murdered. If he hadn’t already suspected it when they first met, he must have worked it out in the library. China probably knew as well, but neither of them had told her. They didn’t think she could handle it, maybe. Or maybe they didn’t think it was any of her business. It had to do with their world after all, not hers. But Gordon was still her uncle.
A car pulled
