took up positions on either side of her and moved down the corridor, the Black Cleaver a silent shadow behind them.
“I’m afraid good news is in short supply,” Skulduggery said. “Darquesse has freed the Remnants.”
“She did what?”
“We sent people to the Receptacle to check. Most of the guards there are dead or injured. Two are missing, probably possessed.”
For a heartbeat, it looked like China might narrow her eyes in anger, but she took a deep breath, exhaled, and calm was restored. “Where have they struck first?”
“That’s just it,” Skulduggery said. “They haven’t struck anywhere.”
China frowned. “So where are they?”
“We don’t know,” said Stephanie. “There’s been nothing on the police scanners or news reports, either.”
“This is just what we need,” China said. “Darquesse, the renegades, and now the Remnants. Do you think they’d be nice enough to stay out of trouble while we deal with the first two?”
“It’s always possible,” said Skulduggery.
A pair of sorcerers passed, nodding respectfully to China, and Skulduggery waited till they were out of earshot before continuing.
“The Remnants, in their natural form, are very hard to control. It’s only when they’ve possessed a host that they can take orders. Darquesse may think she has herself an army, and she may well be right, but there’s a chance that she’s overestimated her control over them.”
“I don’t like relying on chance,” said China. “The remaining renegades are still lying low, aren’t they? Well, until they resurface, tell Vex and Rue to take the Monster Hunters and track down the Remnants. Once we know where they are, we’ll take care of them once and for all. If the renegades poke their heads up in the mean time, we’ll take care of them, too. No more half-measures. From this point on, when we solve a problem, it stays solved. No matter what. You two, meanwhile, keep your sights on Darquesse. Have there been any developments on that side of things?”
“We’ve spoken to Billy-Ray Sanguine.”
“You have him?”
“We spoke to him.”
“You let him go?”
“Sanguine finds Darquesse’s long-term goals objectionable,” Skulduggery said. “In his own way, he seems to be on our side.”
“He’s been on our side before, and he’s betrayed us.”
“He’s given us three God-Killers as a show of faith. The ones he destroyed were forgeries.”
“I see. Did he tell you where to find Darquesse?”
“He told us her next move. She’s looking for the Hessian Grimoire.”
China frowned again. “The Hessian? But that … that’s all theory. There’s nothing at all practical within those pages. I could name a hundred grimoires that would be more useful than the Hessian.”
“The Hessian Grimoire contains knowledge,” Skulduggery said. “That’s what she’s after. The only reason most of those theories remain theories is because there’s been no one powerful enough to test them. Until now. If she gets her hands on that … it’s all over. The one advantage we have is that we know where the grimoire is being stored, and Darquesse doesn’t.”
“It won’t take her long to find out,” China said. “You need to get to it before she does.”
“Agreed,” said Skulduggery. “I was thinking we go and get it tonight, actually.”
“What a coincidence,” said China. “So was I.”
They walked to the lobby and found Finbar Wrong asleep on one of the chairs. His tattered denim jacket was covering him like a blanket and his Doc Martens were off.
“Finbar,” Stephanie said, shaking him gently.
“Mmm.”
“Finbar, wake up.”
He opened his eyes slowly, blinked up at her and grinned sleepily. “Oh, hello. Mmm. Sorry. Where am I?”
“Roarhaven,” Skulduggery said. “You have something for us?”
“I’m in Roarhaven?”
“You are.”
“How did I get here?”
“We don’t know.”
“Maybe I drove. I think I drove. I probably drove. Can I drive?”
“Tipstaff said you had information for us.”
“Who’s Tipstaff?”
“The Administrator. The man you were talking to about tattoos.”
“That’s Tipstaff? I was calling him Kevin. Aw, man, that’s so embarrassing.”
He held up his hands and Stephanie pulled him out of the chair.
“You’re not used to early mornings, are you?”
He shook his head. “Early mornings were invented by the system to keep the people occupied. But not me. I’m on to them. They’re not gonna catch me napping. Metaphorically, like. Obviously, they can catch me physically napping like, four or five times a day, but, metaphorically, I am so far beyond their reach.”
“Finbar,” Skulduggery said.
“Hey, Skul-man.”
“Hello, Finbar. You told Tipstaff you had information you could only pass on to us personally. So here we are.”
“There you are,” Finbar said, his eyes narrowing as he looked around. “Can we trust the others?”
“There’s no one else here,” Stephanie said.
“Oh. But aren’t we being monitored or something?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. Well, OK then, though I’d seriously look into planting a few microphones around here. You never know what people might be whispering about.”
“Finbar.”
“Right. Yeah. Something big has happened. Something huge. Last night, while I was asleep? I had a dream about Valkyrie.”
Stephanie looked at him. “So?”
“So, um, so I had a dream about her.”
“So what?”
“No, no,” said Finbar. “I don’t mean I just had a dream and Valkyrie was in it. Although, yeah, I do. But what I also mean is that Valkyrie came to me in a dream.”
“What do you mean, she came to you?” asked Stephanie.
Skulduggery tilted his head. “What happened?”
“I was in some vast city,” said Finbar, “full of neon lights and skyscrapers. I was a Power Ranger. I don’t know why I was a Power Ranger, but I was. I was the Red Ranger. Sharon was dressed up like Princess – y’know, from G-Force? Anyway, we had to rescue our son, who was this weird turtle thing, from all these kaiju – Godzilla and Mothra and Rodan, and for some reason King Kong was there as well, but I don’t think that’s relevant.”
Stephanie blinked. “You don’t think that’s relevant?”
“He’s not a kaiju, is he? Not technically. He’s just a giant ape.”
“Where does Valkyrie enter into all this?” Skulduggery asked.
“Ah, yeah, right, OK, so there we were, me and Sharon, and we were fighting these