"That's not what I said." In contrast to Solomon's waspishness, Erskine had grown very quiet - if no less caustic. Angry he may be, but he wasn't going to talk about Solomon's former occupation. That wasn't what he had a problem with. "I asked why you care so much. If you were worried about Lucifer, you'd be back at the Sanctuary helping Corrival out. You're not. You're here, so you're just as angry with Skulduggery as we are."

It was amazing, how anger could make things so much clearer. Was this why Skulduggery made such an excellent detective? Was he just constantly thinking with a nearly sharp clarity?

"Why?" Erskine demanded, and only then did his voice rise. "The last I heard, you and Skulduggery were at odds. You've never told each other anything before, so why is that bothering you now?"