Fletcher. Of course. Skulduggery managed to fight back a groan before it started, and tried very hard not to imagine how the idea came about - or how he and Raphael did it.

The detective also tried very hard not to imagine the Irish Sanctuary finally having legitimate plausible deniability about something. The thought was far too amusing.

"Corrival might be glad to hear that," Erskine mused quietly. "Assuming he doesn't already find the whole thing hilarious. People are going to be talking about this one for years, Skulduggery. And not just mortals; sorcerers. No one's going to be able to figure it out."

"It's about time Dublin had something to talk about," Skulduggery replied quite seriously. "I'm going to cut you off, Erskine. Excuse me."

"No, wait. Hang on. Where exactly have you two - "

Skulduggery ended the call before the question could be finished, because he knew how to do that. What he didn't know was how to switch the call-waiting, but it turned out the phone did that for him automatically. He just managed to stop himself thinking how intelligent for a smartphone before Valkyrie's voice came through a speakerphone he didn't remember turning on. "Skulduggery?"

"Yes. On my way back into Dublin. You're finally awake, I see."

"I don't suppose there's a single chance in hell we don't know the people responsible for this, is there?"