"I wonder why that might have been," Gabe murmured from behind the other two. He was moving as fast as he could, but his body still ached and, he suspected, would do so for quite a while yet. All of which meant he was walking fast enough to keep up, but a few steps behind, trying hard not to limp.

His brow was furrowed, though. "How bad is 'bad', Skul? Were there deaths? Who did it? Surely he mentioned something."

Although ... perhaps not. If it was a trap, the best route would be to say as little as possible in order to appeal to Skulduggery's personality. The Archangel glanced over his shoulder toward the Edgleys' house, slowing as they reached the pier. He turned back around and laid his hand on Fletcher's arm. "Well. I suppose we'll find out."