Last Stand of Dead Men. Derek Landy

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      “Nothing’s changed since then.”

      “Well, that’s it exactly,” said Slattery. “Nothing has changed. We had a few good months of following Valkyrie around, a few good months of collecting information and names and linking stuff up … and then it all slowed down to a crawl.”

      “A crawl? Have you been reading the papers? Something’s going on. Unexplained destruction of property, unexplained disappearances, sightings of—”

      “Kenny,” Slattery said, “please. Come on. How does this help us? If we had a team, fair enough. But there’s only two of us. By the time we get to the scene, it’s like nothing ever happened.”

      “We just have to be patient.”

      “You need to go back to work.”

      “I am working.”

      “You need to work on a story that will get you paid. You’re living on scraps, for God’s sake. I need to get paid, too.”

      Kenny frowned. “That’s what this is about? You want money?”

      “I don’t want money, I need money. I have bills to pay.”

      “When we release what we have, we’ll be rich beyond our—”

      “Release what?” Slattery said, barking a laugh. “We have photographs of people and coloured thread on a wall.”

      “You seem to be forgetting the recorded footage we have of Valkyrie Cain and Fletcher Renn fighting a monster.”

      “Could I be blamed for forgetting that? It’s not like we’ve done anything with it. We haven’t released it or sold it. We’ve hung on to it.”

      “You know why. We need more than that. We need something so concrete that no one will even try to tell us it’s faked. We’re dealing with sorcerers who can make you believe whatever they tell you. We can’t afford to go public until we have overwhelming evidence.”

      “And how are we going to get it?”

      Kenny sat back.

      “You need the evidence to write that book you’re always on about,” said Slattery. “You need the evidence to make that documentary that I’m apparently going to film. Where’s that evidence, Kenny? Where do we find it?”

      “We stick to Valkyrie.”

      “Here we go again.”

      “We stick to Valkyrie Cain and she will take us to the evidence eventually.”

      “She’s a teenage girl and you want us to follow her around again? We’ve spied on her enough, don’t you think? We tailed her for months, and she led us to people and places that are up on that wall, and that’s it. That’s all we’ve been able to get.”

      “Then we have to dig deeper.”

      “With what resources?”

      “Well, what do you suggest? That we give up on the single most important story in the history of the world? I’m not exaggerating here, and you know I’m not.”

      “I never said you were. I’m just saying we can’t do it alone.”

      “We have to keep this between ourselves.”

      “We can trust—”

      “We can’t trust anyone. A careless word here and there and somehow it gets back to Geoffrey Scrutinous or Finbar Wrong or Valkyrie or Skulduggery, and they’ll come for us. They’ll take all this, all our work and research, and they’ll wipe our minds and do a better job of it than they did with me last time.”

      “It’s risky. I know it is. But we don’t have a choice. We need support, we need money, we need help.”

      Kenny shook his head. “We do this alone.”

      “You know your problem? You don’t want to share the glory.”

      “This isn’t about who gets the by-line.”

      “Isn’t it?”

      “What are you going to do?” Kenny asked. “If I say no, if I say we don’t need anyone, what are you going to do?”

      “You mean if you refuse to see sense? I don’t know yet. I might just have to take what I know and go somewhere else.”

      “I brought you in on this. This is my story.”

      “See? It is about the by-line.”

      Kenny sighed. “Just give it a little time, OK? All this crazy stuff that’s been happening, it’s been leading to something, I know it has. We just have to wait. Just a little longer.”

      Slattery stood up. “You have till October.”

      “You can’t expect—”

      “Two months, Kenny. Then either we get some help, or I leave with what I have.”

      

      he news came through the normal channels, but it came quietly, buried in among everything else, like it was trying to sneak by without anyone noticing. An Irish sorcerer, arrested but not charged with any crime, killed in an American cell. Ghastly had never met the man – Caius Caviler, his name was – and to the best of his knowledge he had never had any particular involvement with the Sanctuary, past or present. As far as he could tell, Caviler’s death was the tragic result of casual brutality. It was awful. It was criminal. It was the one piece of good news they’d had in weeks.

      There was a knock on his door and Ravel stepped in. He looked tired. “Mind if I sit?” he asked.

      Ghastly motioned to the chair, and Ravel sank into it. “I just spoke with Bisahalani,” he said. “He assures me that a thorough investigation is under way to determine what exactly happened to Caviler. He said the operative responsible for the ‘accident’ has been suspended pending further inquiry. He apologises for the unfortunate timing.”

      “He apologises for the timing?” said Ghastly. “What about the death?”

      “He stopped short of apologising for that. He said a formal apology could be forthcoming once it has been determined that Caviler was not sent to America as a spy.”

      “Caviler has nothing to do with us,” Ghastly said. “He’s not an operative and never was. That’s a matter of public record.”

      “Grand Mage Bisahalani likes to be sure.”

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