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Chapters (81)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
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  77. Glossary
  78. Dramatis Personae
  79. Keep Reading …
  80. The Skulduggery Pleasant series
  81. About the Publisher

Skulduggery’s tone was amused. “I can’t?”

“The car park is for Sanctuary staff only.”

“I have jurisdiction here, do I not?”

“The way it’s been explained to me,” Yonder said, “is that while you may technically have jurisdiction, we are not obligated to assist you in any way. So you can’t use the car park. It’s staff only. Also, there are no pets allowed.”

“Well,” said Skulduggery, “that’s quite rude. I mean, I wouldn’t call Valkyrie a pet so much as a—”

Valkyrie sighed. “He meant the dog.”

“Oh,” Skulduggery said. “Yes, the dog. I can assure you, Corporal Yonder, that the dog will be staying in the car.”

Yonder opened his mouth to argue, then turned, somewhat sharply, and Valkyrie watched a City Guard with three stripes around his shoulder striding towards them. Valkyrie recognised him from his time as a Sanctuary operative. His name was … dammit, what was it? Larrup? She was pretty sure it was Larrup. He was saying something she couldn’t hear, but it made Yonder flush a deep red. Yonder stepped back, jaw clenched, as Larrup reached them.

“Detective Pleasant,” Larrup said, snatching the wallet out of Yonder’s hand, “my apologies for the delay. You have business inside?”

“Yes, we do,” said Skulduggery.

“Go right in, sir.” Larrup returned Skulduggery’s ID to him, then waved for the Cleavers to stand aside. He bent down, looked in at Valkyrie. “Detective Cain,” he said. “Good to have you back.”

“I’m not back,” said Valkyrie. “I’m visiting.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Larrup. “Good to have you back, nonetheless.”

He gave them a quick salute and the Bentley moved forward smoothly, and took the ramp down, into the High Sanctuary.

5

“Explain,” Valkyrie said, a moment later.

Skulduggery steered them between the aisles of cars. “Explain what?”

“Why did the idiot think he could stop us parking here? You do still work for the Sanctuary, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Skulduggery said. “Well, no, not really.”

“But didn’t you tell me that you’d been made Commander of those morons?”

“I did, and I was, though they prefer the term City Guard, if I remember correctly …”

“So what happened?”

“I quit.” The Bentley swerved into an empty space and Skulduggery turned off the engine. “I felt I would be better suited operating outside the system, as it were, and it just so happened that there was a job opening for exactly that position.” They got out of the car. Xena barely stirred on the back seat.

“So, if you’re not City Guard Commander or a Sanctuary Detective, what are you?” Valkyrie asked as they started walking.