"I will," Saint Gabriel promised, taking over the handles of the wheelchair--as much, Solomon suspected, to lean on himself as to push Solomon.
"As you say," Solomon murmured, watching in the windows' reflection as the priest farewelled the others and turned to head back inside. The sorcerer tore his gaze away, unsure why he felt so bereft except that he had revealed things to Paddy of which he hadn't spoken in years. And Paddy had never questioned or judged. Not even Skulduggery had managed that.
Watching Skulduggery talk on the phone, Saint Gabriel grimaced, embarrassed and chagrined in equal turns. "I really should've known better than to make him a smartphone. Oops."
Looking up at him, Solomon cocked an eyebrow. "You made him a smartphone. Why?"
"His magnetism was distracting me," Saint Gabriel said with dignified deadpan. Solomon tilted his head, glancing toward Skulduggery and pursing his lips as if in consideration.
"Ah. Yes, that's always a risk. Some of the things he distracted me into doing are things I intend to never hit the sound of day. Or night."
He was fortunate Skulduggery turned sharply toward them, then, with the kind of focus that only came with a break in the case. The news he had certainly classified.
"The stadium," Saint Gabriel echoed quietly. "That makes perfect sense. He's going to use those deaths to destroy Guild and the Sanctuary at once--destroy them with the appearance of their own ineptitude. Are you going to ring him?" The last was directed at Skulduggery as the skeleton hung up and turned back to them properly. "Guild, I mean."
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"As you say," Solomon murmured, watching in the windows' reflection as the priest farewelled the others and turned to head back inside. The sorcerer tore his gaze away, unsure why he felt so bereft except that he had revealed things to Paddy of which he hadn't spoken in years. And Paddy had never questioned or judged. Not even Skulduggery had managed that.
Watching Skulduggery talk on the phone, Saint Gabriel grimaced, embarrassed and chagrined in equal turns. "I really should've known better than to make him a smartphone. Oops."
Looking up at him, Solomon cocked an eyebrow. "You made him a smartphone. Why?"
"His magnetism was distracting me," Saint Gabriel said with dignified deadpan. Solomon tilted his head, glancing toward Skulduggery and pursing his lips as if in consideration.
"Ah. Yes, that's always a risk. Some of the things he distracted me into doing are things I intend to never hit the sound of day. Or night."
He was fortunate Skulduggery turned sharply toward them, then, with the kind of focus that only came with a break in the case. The news he had certainly classified.
"The stadium," Saint Gabriel echoed quietly. "That makes perfect sense. He's going to use those deaths to destroy Guild and the Sanctuary at once--destroy them with the appearance of their own ineptitude. Are you going to ring him?" The last was directed at Skulduggery as the skeleton hung up and turned back to them properly. "Guild, I mean."