"So you're telling me it's easier to pick up a few coins a day than to convince someone at a bank you have an account with unlimited funds?"

It probably wouldn't work. Introducing new currency into the economy, coming from nowhere, would very quickly turn into a disaster. But there had to be a better way than collecting spare change, and of course, there probably was. That, or at least angels usually didn't bother with currency at all. Gabe's face, hiding absolutely nothing, suggested an ulterior motive.

But Skulduggery didn't insistently ask quite yet, both because it took all the fun out of guessing, and because he was fairly sure nothing on Earth would be able to make Gabe reveal what he didn't want to say.

Something was wrong with Dublin City, though. Skulduggery tilted his head as they drove, waiting until they'd rounded a bend and the angle of the sun had changed to no avail before leaping to conclusions. A strange sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, oddly familiar and foreign all at once.

"Please," he murmured, "tell me your brother is at least as conscientious about secrecy as you are."