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anguard had noble intentions,” Skulduggery said, his voice filling the space between them all. “His dream of peace was a dream that inspired a great many people who were sick of the war, people on both sides. Someone once said about him that he had seen what he was capable of, what we all were capable of, and it frightened him. So he tried to save us.

“He believed the answer was to allow Mevolent and his lot to worship the Faceless Ones openly, as a religion. He was certain that, given time, they would learn to curb their ruthlessness and to behave with … civility.

“Meritorious didn’t agree. He didn’t trust Mevolent or any who stood with him. And while Vanguard had started out as a lone voice, preaching understanding and acceptance, it was a voice that echoed and carried. Soon it was a roar.

“The dream of peace, you understand, is a dream that comforts everyone except the soldier on the battlefield. He can’t think about peace. He can’t hesitate. The soldier lives in the war. In combat, war is his mother, his friend and his god. To believe in anything else is suicide.

“I think Meritorious came to the conclusion that the voice that started it all had to be silenced. It was getting too dangerous. Too many people were starting to believe that there was an easy way out. Too many soldiers were starting to have doubts. Meritorious needed them fighting Mevolent, not dreaming of peace.”

“But this is all guesswork,” Ghastly said. “Skulduggery, I had my issues with Meritorious, but he was a good man. What you’re suggesting here is cold-blooded murder.”

“I know,” Skulduggery said. “And something like that, if it got out, would tear the Sanctuary apart. Which is why he would have assigned the job to Thurid Guild.”

Ghastly took a seat – heavily. “Of course. Guild headed the Exigency Programme.”

“What’s that?” Fletcher asked.

“Exigency Mages are highly trained individuals used for covert strikes against the enemy,” Skulduggery said. “Assassination. Sabotage. Dirty tricks. It’s not pretty, what they do, but it is necessary.”

“They tried to recruit us,” Ghastly said. “Skulduggery, me, a few others. We were an independent unit in the war. Guild tried to recruit us, but we didn’t like what he was asking us to do.” He looked up. “So you think Guild assigned the job to one of his guys?”

Skulduggery nodded. “It makes sense. Meritorious needed an assassin who could completely disappear afterwards and Guild would have volunteered his people. He’s always been brave like that.”

“Do you know who it was?” Valkyrie asked.

“No. Every single shred of evidence pointed to Mevolent’s men and Scarab in particular. By the time it registered that this was all too neat, too easy, we’d already captured Scarab and thrown him in prison.”

“You could have said something.”

Skulduggery didn’t answer.

“Let’s say you’re right,” Tanith said. “Let’s say Meritorious and Guild orchestrated Vanguard’s assassination and framed Scarab. For 200 years Scarab’s been sitting in his cell. After being cut off from his magic for so long, he would have started to age again, right? So he’s an old man, he’s out and he’s angry. He has his psycho son and their nutball gang, and they’re looking for revenge. So they steal a Desolation Engine that won’t go off and a Soul Catcher. How does this help them get their revenge?”

“And who are they going to get revenge on?” Fletcher added. “Meritorious is dead.”

“They’ll be going after Guild,” said Skulduggery, “so we should warn him. They’ll probably be after me too, but you don’t have to warn me. I already know. As for what they want with the things they’ve stolen, I haven’t worked that out yet. But I will.

“On the plus side, the more people Scarab has, the greater our chances are of finding one of them. Crux was last seen in Haggard – maybe he’s still there, trying to find a way through China’s perimeter.”

“I know the area,” Tanith said. “I’ll take my bike, have a look around.”

“And I know of a couple of bars Sanguine used to frequent when he was here last,” Ghastly said. “They’ll still be open, even this late. I can ask if he’s been in recently.”

Skulduggery nodded. “Take Fletcher with you – you’ll get through it faster. Unfortunately, we know next to nothing about Dusk. The vampire I took to the holding cell isn’t co-operating, which isn’t much of a surprise, and his kind are impervious to most kinds of psychic reading.”

“Then just get Valkyrie to ask her vampire mate,” Fletcher said.

Skulduggery turned sharply. “Her what?”

Valkyrie glared at Fletcher and he blushed.

“Uh, didn’t she … She didn’t tell you?”

“I didn’t tell him,” Valkyrie said, her jaw tight.

Skulduggery looked at her. “You have a vampire friend?”

“He set up the meeting with Chabon,” she explained. “I was never alone with him. Tanith or Ghastly were always—”

Skulduggery whirled on them. “You knew about this? You knew she was meeting with a vampire and you allowed it?”

“We had it under control,” Tanith said.

“You never have a vampire under control!” Skulduggery roared. “It could have killed her! For what? For a chance to get me back? You should have left me there!”

Tanith looked away and Valkyrie lowered her eyes, her face burning. Only Ghastly kept his gaze level.

“It was a risk,” Ghastly said, as calm as ever, “but it was a risk we decided to take. And now that she has made contact with this vampire, we should consider using him to try and find Dusk. It’s only logical.”

Skulduggery didn’t move for a moment.

“Agreed,” he said at last, all anger gone from his voice. “Valkyrie, would you be able to arrange that?”

She nodded slowly. These abrupt changes of mood were becoming unsettling.

“Excellent. If we’re lucky, one of those three possibilities will lead to Scarab. Call if you find anything out. Valkyrie?”

She led the way out of the shop. The night was cold, but at least it hadn’t started to rain yet. They walked to the Bentley.

“I could have said something,” Skulduggery told her.

“What?”

“You said I could have said something, once I realised Scarab had been framed. I was agreeing with you.”

“So why didn’t you?”

They reached the car. He unlocked it, but they didn’t get in.

“When the war started,” he said, “I was flesh and blood. I was a father and a husband first, and a soldier second. When Serpine killed my family, killed me, that changed. I came back a soldier. The war was all I had.

“I didn’t like Esryn Vanguard and I didn’t agree with him. I saw him as a weakening influence that we couldn’t afford to tolerate. If he continued to make his speeches, to try to negotiate with Mevolent, I truly felt we would have lost the war.

“I found out, a few years later, that Meritorious’s suspicions had been correct. Mevolent planned to accept the peace that Vanguard was preaching then move his people into position and strike against his enemies in one bloody night. I happen to take some comfort from that – the knowledge that what Meritorious did was, essentially, the right thing to do.”

“So you approved of him ordering the murder of an innocent man?”

“We were fighting a war,” Skulduggery said. “Harsh decisions had to be made every day. This was one of them.”

The first raindrops of the night fell. Valkyrie didn’t move.

“I have done terrible things in my life, Valkyrie. Things that haunt me. Some of those things I had to do. Some … I didn’t. But I did them anyway. For my sins I should have stayed on the other side of that portal, where I belonged. I should have been hunted and tortured until my bones turned to dust. But you came into hell and you brought me back. I may disappoint you, but you have never disappointed me. And you never will.”

He got in the car. A few seconds later she did too. They drove.

She slept in the Bentley, seat back and using her coat as a blanket. When she woke, just after dawn, her dream slipped away from her and she sat up.

“Bad dream?” Skulduggery asked.

“Was it? I can’t remember.”

“Sounded like a nightmare from all that muttering. Not that you could be blamed for having nightmares.”

Valkyrie frowned, the dream too far gone now, dispersing even as she grasped for it. “Don’t know,” she said. “It was an odd one though, I can remember that much. Did I say anything embarrassing?”

“Nothing that could be used against you.”

She smiled thinly and looked across the street to the storage facility. “Any movement?”

“Not yet, but it takes a few minutes for a vampire’s human skin and hair to grow back. He should be out soon, if he’s even in there at all.”

Valkyrie readjusted her seat. “This is where he’s got his cage set up.”

“Why did he help you? Vampires aren’t known for being nice.”

“He hates Dusk. He won’t tell me why, but he hates him. He helped us because we put Dusk in prison. Dusk’s stay didn’t last too long, but Caelan still appreciated it.”

The door of the facility opened and Caelan stepped out. For a moment Valkyrie didn’t make a sound. She hadn’t realised he was so good-looking. His new skin was so fresh it practically glowed with health and his black hair shone. She watched him walk to a car parked nearby, then stop. He turned his head and looked directly at her. Skulduggery got out and she followed.

“Be nice,” she muttered as they walked over.

“I’m always nice,” Skulduggery responded.

“Don’t point your gun at his head.”

“Oh,” he said, “that kind of nice.”

Caelan greeted them with a nod. He didn’t waste time mentioning the obvious – that she had got Skulduggery back. Neither did he waste time looking for an introduction. He just stood there and waited for them to start speaking.

“I don’t like you,” Skulduggery said.

“OK,” Caelan said with a single nod.

“I don’t like vampires as a rule,” Skulduggery continued. “I don’t trust them. I don’t trust you.”

Valkyrie sighed. “I told you to be nice.”

“Well, I haven’t shot him yet.”

She rolled her eyes and said to Caelan, “We need your help finding Dusk.”

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t know where to find him even if I wanted to.”

“But you’d know people who would know, yes?” Skulduggery asked. “Other vampires, like the ones who stormed the Sanctuary last night and slaughtered twenty-nine people. I wonder, were you locked up in your cage the entire night, Caelan? Or did you slip out for a snack?”

Caelan looked at him slowly. “My cage is time-locked, programmed to open only at dawn.”

“You’re a vampire with a conscience, is that it?”

“No, sir,” Caelan said. “I’m a monster, just like you say I am. I lock myself up at night because if I don’t, someone like you will come and hunt me down. And someone like you will eventually find a way to kill me.”

Valkyrie stepped between them and Caelan’s eyes came back to her. They were as dark as her own. Maybe darker. “Caelan, I know you helped me out with Chabon, and I know you don’t owe me anything, but we need to find Dusk and stop him.”

“I keep to myself.”

“I know.”

His eyes flickered away, to her shoulder. “I can ask Moloch. But I can’t go alone.”

“We’ll come with you.”

He nodded. “I can’t promise that he’ll have anything useful for you, or even that he’ll agree to see us. But really, he’s the only one who might talk to me.”

“The other vampires don’t like you?” Skulduggery asked. “Why is that?”

Caelan hesitated. “In our culture it’s forbidden for one vampire to kill another.”

“You killed another vampire?”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

“Why?

Caelan shrugged. “He had it coming.”