Skulduggery instinctively tried to put the box into an inside jacket pocket before he realized he wasn't wearing a jacket. He sorely wished he had time to run back and change out of these priest's robes, but every moment they wasted here was a moment Tanith and Ghastly might get into trouble. The gun was essential. Nice suits, unfortunately, were not.

At least he still had his hat.

"Don't be silly," Skulduggery contradicted Gabe as he slipped into the driver's seat. "Cars are inanimate objects. They don't have feelings. They might have a certain degree of driver recognition, but my driving is flawless." What did Archangels think they knew about cars? Or about driving, for that matter?

"Wait a minute," Valkyrie frowned as she joined Skulduggery in the front passenger seat. "Cars can tell when you're driving them?"

"Mine can tell when I'm driving it," Skulduggery told her. "That's good enough for me."