The Faceless Ones

Chapter Twelve. In the Office of the Grand Mage

Remus Crux knocked, and the Grand Mage bade him enter. The office was crammed full of books, and maps covered every inch of the far wall. Thurid Guild was not one to become complacent just because he had reached a certain level of power. Crux admired that and was determined to follow his example. Together, they would make the Sanctuary strong again.

"You idiot," the Grand Mage said, and Crux lost his little smile.

Sir?

"Do you know how many calls I've been getting? Our people are terrified, Crux. They're looking at what is going on and they're thinking, If someone can kill the Teleporters without leaving one single trace, then they can kill me, too. That's what they're thinking."

"Grand Mage, I assure you, I am doing everything in my power--"

"You assure me? I've assured them, Crux, that my best detective is on the case. And do you know what they say? "

Inwardly, Crux swelled a little at this compliment, but he shook his head.

"They say, 'Oh, I didn't know you'd got Skulduggery Pleasant back.'"

Crux felt the blood rush to his face.

"They are scared and they are looking for results. I brought you in to do the job, and you have yet to impress me."

"But sir--"

"There's another Teleporter. Did you know that? The last Teleporter. A boy."

"Sir, yes, sir. His name is Renn, sir. He was last seen in a nightclub in County Meath. I have our agents combing the area. We'll find him."

"Do not let me down, Crux.»"I won't, sir."

"Leave me."

Crux bowed and hurried out, closing the door gently behind him.