Skulduggery's hands tightened a fraction on the wheel, even though his own face had no more change in it than Gabe's. Dealing with Teleporters was an occupational hazard; dealing with angels less so, but at least Skulduggery could control his reactions to that as well.
"Oh, good," he muttered. "I don't have to come up with a plausible explanation. All I have to do is tell people the truth, get fired for being of unsound mind, and sacrifice myself for the good of all." He unclicked the speakerphone as soon as he could figure out how to, and his next words were directed straight into the phone. "Rare occurrence, you know, when even other sorcerers won't believe the truth. Valkyrie, we might have to track down any mortal or camera who saw or recorded a giant flying pterodactyl over Dublin last night. Fletcher says hello."
"How come Fletcher gets to ride all the dinosaurs?"
Skulduggery hesitated. "He doesn't sleep in until noon?"
"That's not fair! I don't normally! Fletcher's the one who sleeps forever. Tell Gabe I want a dinosaur ride at some point before he leaves."
"I will," Skulduggery promised. He'd learned long ago that Valkyrie didn't respond well to logic. Or, strangely enough, to being talked down to either, which she should really be used to, what with still being a child and all. "Did you miss when I said Fletcher says hello?" Skulduggery added after a beat, because Fletcher was gesturing wildly at him in the rearview mirror.
"Tell Fletcher I'm mad at him for not waking me up. And he needs to get here now."
Skulduggery nodded. "Duly noted. We'll meet you two at the Sanctuary. Fletcher - "
But the boy had already disappeared. Skulduggery grumbled a bit, hung up, and tossed his phone unceremoniously at Gabe. "Raphael, I'm curious. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I did try to arrest you. What would happen?"
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"Oh, good," he muttered. "I don't have to come up with a plausible explanation. All I have to do is tell people the truth, get fired for being of unsound mind, and sacrifice myself for the good of all." He unclicked the speakerphone as soon as he could figure out how to, and his next words were directed straight into the phone. "Rare occurrence, you know, when even other sorcerers won't believe the truth. Valkyrie, we might have to track down any mortal or camera who saw or recorded a giant flying pterodactyl over Dublin last night. Fletcher says hello."
"How come Fletcher gets to ride all the dinosaurs?"
Skulduggery hesitated. "He doesn't sleep in until noon?"
"That's not fair! I don't normally! Fletcher's the one who sleeps forever. Tell Gabe I want a dinosaur ride at some point before he leaves."
"I will," Skulduggery promised. He'd learned long ago that Valkyrie didn't respond well to logic. Or, strangely enough, to being talked down to either, which she should really be used to, what with still being a child and all. "Did you miss when I said Fletcher says hello?" Skulduggery added after a beat, because Fletcher was gesturing wildly at him in the rearview mirror.
"Tell Fletcher I'm mad at him for not waking me up. And he needs to get here now."
Skulduggery nodded. "Duly noted. We'll meet you two at the Sanctuary. Fletcher - "
But the boy had already disappeared. Skulduggery grumbled a bit, hung up, and tossed his phone unceremoniously at Gabe. "Raphael, I'm curious. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I did try to arrest you. What would happen?"