"Ah, yes." Skulduggery turned and pressed a wad of bills into Myron's hand. "Fine work you're doing here. Keep it up."

"He's going to be okay, right?" Valkyrie asked, migrating after Skulduggery towards the front door. "Marr didn't break him, did she?"

"I think she did," Skulduggery disagreed, speaking quietly despite the fact that Myron wouldn't overhear them anyway. "I think he has a long, hard road ahead of him. To be perfectly honest, I don't think he'd pass up the chance to kill Marr himself. But he's on the right track. He's on the right track, and he belongs to himself again. That's a very powerful thing, free will. Let's see what he does with it."

What he did was fold the money Skulduggery gave him and stick it into a back pocket with an acknowledging tilt of his head. "This is all I really need." He hesitated. "Thanks, though."

The word sounded a little dry on his tongue, like he wasn't used to it. Skulduggery tipped his hat to him and turned to go, but Myron stopped him with a loud "Skulduggery. Look... I know I'm the last person who should get to ask favours, but find her. Just... just find her. Make her pay."

Count on it would probably be a little too complicated for Myron's limited knowledge of sign language, so Skulduggery simply nodded.