There. That was what Ghastly needed. A plan of action from someone who understood, who'd been there, whose orders Skulduggery would listen to and follow. No offense to God, but Ghastly didn't think Skulduggery would listen to much from Him, and certainly not without questioning everything first.

"China won't tell anyone," said Ghastly firmly. "Binding promise to an Archangel. Even she's not that reckless. Crux is insane. Broken. He looked comatose when I left."

Now that he was able to remember clearly again, Ghastly couldn't help but wonder - what had they done about Crux? They wouldn't have just left him there, not if there was even the slightest threat he might wake up and talk. If not for Gabe, Ghastly would have assumed Crux was dead, but the presence of an Archangel might have muddled up Skulduggery's usual way of doing things. Did they have Crux locked away somewhere?

Ghastly poured himself some more whiskey and sat back, closing his eyes. "Witnesses. Skulduggery, Gabriel, Valkyrie, Tanith Low, Fletcher Renn, China, Crux." And someone else... "Prave," Ghastly remembered with a sharp intake of breath. "He was there when we arrived at the church. A priest of sorts. I have no idea how long he stayed or if he saw anything, but he wasn't around when I left."

And if there was one person who probably would spread the news until the Sanctuary got a hold of it, it was Prave.