"Only a car?" Skulduggery could almost have been sputtering and stumbling over his words, if he ever did such a thing. It didn't matter that Gabe probably wasn't being serious; it was the principle of the thing. "Only a car? You could wander the Earth for the next century, Gabe, and you still wouldn't find another one that even comes close. It has a six-cylinder, 4.5-liter engine. It's retrofitted with power locks, climate control, and satellite navigation." Fletcher was silently laughing, but that didn't stop Skulduggery. "This is not just a car. This is an ideal. This is half of my paycheck every other week these days, thanks to a certain danger magnet."

"Are you talking about me?" Valkyrie asked sweetly. She'd come back holding a wooden box, which she immediately handed to Skulduggery. "I kind of figured you'd have lost the one you had."

Skulduggery opened the box to see one of his spare guns, Smith & Wesson, inside, matching the gleam of the Bentley. Six bullets were nestled alongside it. He would have given up a lot to have this gun in his hands back at Landel's, but it was good to have it now. He snapped the lid back shut with a gentle click, and nodded to Valkyrie. "Thank you. The one I had was stolen."

Well, not exactly stolen, in the strictest sense. He still had no idea where it was. But who knew where half their possessions had ended up when Landel dragged them into his reality?