The Faceless Ones

Chapter Two. Killer on the Loose

The Bentley parked in the rear of the closed-down Waxworks Museum, and Valkyrie followed Skulduggery inside. A thick layer of dust had collected on the few remaining wax figures who stood in the darkness. Valkyrie waited while Skulduggery searched the wall for the panel that opened the hidden door.

Idly, Valkyrie examined the wax figure of Phil Lynott, the lead singer from Thin Lizzy. It stood nearby, holding a bass guitar, and was actually a pretty good likeness. Her dad had been a bigThin Lizzy fan back in the 1970s, and whenever "Whiskey in the Jar" came on the radio, he'd still sing along, albeit tunelessly.

"The panel is gone," Skulduggery announced. "The moment we left, they must have changed the locks on us. I don't know whether to feel flattered or insulted."

"I get the feeling you're going to decide on flattered."

He shrugged. "It's a fuzzier feeling."

"So how do we get in?"

Someone tapped Valkyrie on the shoulder, and she yelped and leaped away.

"I am sorry," the wax figure of Phil Lynott said. "I did not mean to startle you."

She stared at it.

"I am the lock," it continued. "I open the door from this side of the wall. Do you have an appointment? "

"We're here to see the Grand Mage," Skulduggery said. "I am Skulduggery Pleasant and this is my associate, Valkyrie Cain."

Phil Lynott's wax head nodded. "You are expected, but you will need an official Sanctuary representative to accompany you through the door. I have alerted the Administrator. She should be arriving shortly."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Valkyrie stared at it for a few more seconds. "Can you sing?" she asked.

"I open the door," it said. "That is my only purpose."

"But can you sing?"

It considered the question. "I do not know," it decided. "I have never tried."

The wall rumbled behind them, and a door shifted and slid open. A woman in a somber skirt and white blouse stood there, smiling politely.

"Mr. Pleasant," the Administrator said, "Miss Cain, welcome. The Grand Mage is expecting you. Please follow me."

The figure of Phil Lynott didn't say good-bye as the Administrator led them down a spiral staircase, their way lit by burning torches in brackets. They reached the bottom and passed into the foyer. It felt weird, walking into a place that had once been so familiar and now seemed so alien. The irrational part of Valkyrie's brain was certain that the Cleaver guards were glaring at them from behind their visors, even though she knew they were far too disciplined and professional to display such petty behavior.

The Sanctuary, she had only recently realized, was shaped like a massive triangle that had toppled over, and was now lying flat beneath the surface of Dublin City. The foyer marked the dead center of the triangle's base, with long corridors stretching out to either side and a central corridor running straight. The side corridors turned in at forty-five-degree angles and eventually met the central corridor at the triangle's point. Smaller corridors bisected these in a seemingly random pattern.

The rooms along the main corridors were mostly used for the day-to-day running of the Sanctuary and the Council of Elders' business. But down some of those narrower corridors lay rooms that were a lot more interesting--the jail, holding cells, the Repository, the armory, and dozens more that Valkyrie had never even seen.

The Administrator chatted amicably with Skulduggery as they walked. She was a nice lady, brought in as a replacement for the Administrator who had died during Nefarian Serpine's raid on the Sanctuary two years before. Valkyrie closed her mind to the memory of the carnage. She had lived through it once--she saw no reason to do so again.

The Administrator showed them into a large room with no furniture. "The Grand Mage will be with you in a moment."

"Thank you," Skulduggery said, nodding politely, and the Administrator left.

"Do you think we'll be waiting long?" Valkyrie asked, keeping her voice low.

"The last time we were in this building, we accused the Grand Mage of being a traitor," Skulduggery said. "Yes, I think we'll be waiting long."

Almost two hours later, the doors opened again and a gray-haired man strode in, his face lined and serious and his eyes cold. He stopped when he saw Valkyrie, who was sitting on the floor.

"You will stand when I enter the room," he said, barely managing to keep the snarl out of his voice.

Valkyrie had been getting up before he spoke, but as she got to her feet, she kept her mouth shut. This meeting was too important to risk ruining because of something stupid."Thank you for agreeing to see us," Skulduggery said. "We understand you must be very busy."

"If it were up to me, I wouldn't allow you to waste another moment of my time," Guild said. "But Mr. Bliss continues to vouch for you. It is out of respect for my fellow Elder that you are even here."

"And on that positive note ..." Skulduggery began, but Guild shook his head.

"None of your jokes, Mr. Pleasant. Say what you came here to say and leave the sarcastic comments to one side."

Skulduggery's head tilted slightly. "Very well. Six months ago, while preparing to bring down Baron Vengeous, you fired us over a disagreement. Later that same day, we defeated both Vengeous and the Grotesquery, and the threat they posed was averted. And yet our role in that operation was overlooked."

"You're looking for a reward? I have to say, I'd be disappointed if I didn't already think so little of you. I didn't think money interested someone like you. Or perhaps you'd like a medal?"

"This isn't about a reward."

"Then what is it about?»"Four Teleporters have been murdered in the past month, and you still have no idea who is responsible. You know we should be in on this."

"I'm afraid I can't discuss an ongoing investigation with civilians. I assure you, Detective Crux has matters well in hand."

"Remus Crux is a second-rate detective."

"On the contrary, there is no doubt in my mind that Crux is the best man for the job. I know him and I trust him."

"And how many more people have to die before you realize your mistake?"

Guild's eyes narrowed. "You can't help yourself, can you? You come here, begging for your old job back, and even now you can't help but be insolent. Apparently, the only lesson you've learned since you were last here is how to shut that girl up."

"Bite me," Valkyrie snapped.

"And even at that you fail." Guild sighed.

Valkyrie's anger swirled inside her and she felt herself go red. At the sight of her flushed face, Guild smiled a smug little smile.

"This is a waste of time," Skulduggery said. "You were never going to even consider reinstating us, were you?»"Of course not. You say you were fired over a disagreement. How simple that sounds. How innocent. How innocuous. What a very polite way of saying that you accused me of being a traitor."

"Vengeous had a spy in the Sanctuary, Thurid, and we know it was you."

"This is how you're spending your retirement, is it? Making up fantastic stories to fill in the gaps of whatever you call your life? Tell me, Skulduggery-- since we're on a first-name basis--have you discovered what your purpose in life actually is? You've already killed the man who murdered your family, so it can't be revenge. You've done that one. So what is it, do you think? Redemption, for all the terrible things you've done? Maybe you're here to heal all those wounds you've inflicted, or bring back all those people you've killed. What is your purpose, Skulduggery? "

Before Skulduggery could respond, Guild gestured to Valkyrie.

"Is it to teach this girl? Is it to train her to be just like you? Is that what gets you up in the morning? But here's a question you maybe haven't asked yourself: Do you really want her to be like you? Do you want her to live like you--devoid of warmth, and companionship, and love?

"If you suspect me of being this traitor, then you must think that I'm a monster, yes? A coldhearted monster. And yet I have a wife I adore, and children I worry about, and a responsibility in my work that weighs on my shoulders every moment of every day. So if a coldhearted monster like me could have all this, and you have none of it, then what does that make you?"

They left the Sanctuary, passed the wax figure of Phil Lynott in silence, and walked back to the car. Valkyrie didn't like it when Skulduggery went quiet. It usually meant bad things.

A man was standing by their car. He had tightly curled brown hair and a few days' worth of beard growth. Valkyrie frowned, trying to remember if he'd been there a second ago.

"Skulduggery," the man said. "I thought I'd find you here."

Skulduggery nodded to him. "Emmett Peregrine-- it's been a while. Allow me to introduce Valkyrie Cain. Valkyrie, Peregrine here is a Teleporter."

Peregrine was also a man who apparently didn't indulge in small talk. "Who's behind it?Who's killing the Teleporters?"

"We don't know."

"Well, why don't you know?" he snapped. "You're supposed to be the big detective, aren't you? Isn't that what they say?"

"I don't work for the Sanctuary," Skulduggery replied. "I don't have official sanction."

"Then who does? Because I'm telling you right now, I am not going to that idiot Crux. I'm not putting my life in the hands of someone like that. Listen, we may not like each other, and I know we have never warmed to each other's company, but I need your help or I'm next."

Skulduggery motioned to the wall, and all three of them stepped over to it. From here they could talk without being seen.

"Do you have any idea who could be behind the murders?" he asked.

Peregrine made a visible effort to calm down. "None. I've been trying to think of what anyone could have to gain by killing us all, and I've come up with nothing. I don't even have any random paranoid conspiracy theories to fall back on."

"Have you noticed anyone watching you, following you?»"No, and I've been looking. Skulduggery, I'm exhausted. Every few hours I teleport somewhere else. I haven't slept in days."

"We can protect you."

Peregrine's laugh was brittle. "No offense, but you can't. If you can guard me, the killer can get to me. I'm better off on my own, but I can't run forever." He hesitated. "I heard about Cameron."

"Yes."

"He was a good man. The best of us."

"There is a way to draw the killer out."

"Let me guess--you want me to act as bait? You want me to sit still and let him come to me, and then you'll pounce and save the day? Sorry, I'm not in the habit of waiting to be killed."

"It's our best shot."

"It's not going to happen."

"Then you need to help us. Even when they knew their lives were in danger, Cameron Light and the others still let down their guard. They knew the killer, Emmett, and you probably do too."

"What are you saying? That I can't trust my friends? "

"I'm saying you can't trust anyone but Valkyrie and me.»"And why should I trust you?"

Skulduggery sighed. "Because you literally have no other choice."

"Is there one person all the Teleporters would know?" Valkyrie asked. "One person who you'd think you'd be safe with?"

Peregrine thought for a moment. "Sanctuary officials," he said. "A handful of sorcerers probably, but nobody stands out. Teleporters don't tend to be well liked--maybe you've heard. Our social circles really aren't that wide."

"Have you made any new friends?" Skulduggery asked. "Any new acquaintances?"

"No, none. Well, apart from the kid."

Skulduggery's head tilted. "The kid?"

"The other Teleporter."

"I thought you were the last Teleporter."

"No, there's a seventeen-year-old English kid, turned up a while back. Renn, his name is. Fletcher Renn. No training, no discipline, no clue to what he's doing--a right pain in the neck. Wait, you think he's the killer?"

"I don't know," Skulduggery murmured. "He's either the killer or the killer's next victim. Where is he?»"He could be anywhere. Cameron and I went to talk to him a few months ago, to offer to teach him. Cocky little sod laughed in our faces. He's one of those rare sorcerers, natural-born, magic at his fingertips. He has power, but like I said, no training. I doubt he could teleport a few miles at a time."

"He doesn't sound like a killer. But that means he's out there alone, with no idea what's going on."

"I think he's still in Ireland," Peregrine said. "He grunted something about planning to stay here for a while, and how we should leave him alone. He doesn't need anybody, apparently. Typical teenager." Peregrine glanced at Valkyrie. "No offense."

"Valkyrie's not a typical anything," Skulduggery said before she could respond. "We'll track him down, but if you see him first, send him to us."

"I doubt he'll listen to me, but okay."

"How will we contact you if we need you?"

"You won't, but I'll check back every few days for an update. This would all be over a lot quicker if you'd take over the investigation. I don't trust Crux and I don't trust Thurid Guild. You're in close with Bliss, aren't you? Maybe you could get a message to him. Just tell him that there are a lot of us out here who would back him as the newGrand Mage, if he were interested. All he has to do is say the word."

"You're not talking about a coup, are you?"

"If a revolution is what it takes to get the Sanctuary back on track, Skulduggery, then that's what we'll do."

"A little drastic, one would think. But I'll relay the message."

"Thank you."

"There's nothing else? Nothing you can think of to help us? No matter how small or insignificant?"

"There is nothing, Skulduggery. I don't know why the other Teleporters were killed, and I don't know how. We are exceptionally hard to kill. The instant we think something's wrong, we're gone. Until last month, the only time I can remember a Teleporter being murdered was fifty years ago."

"Oh?" said Skulduggery, suddenly interested. "And who was that?"

"Trope Kessel. I barely knew the man."

"Who murdered him?" Valkyrie asked.

"No one knows. He told a colleague he was going to Glendalough, and he was never seen again. They found his blood by the shore of the Upper Lake, but his body was never recovered.»"Could Kessel's murder have anything to do with what's going on now?"

Peregrine frowned. "I don't see why it should. If someone wanted the Teleporters dead, why wait fifty years between the first murder and the rest?"

"Still," Skulduggery said, "it might be somewhere to start."

"You're the detectives," Peregrine said with a shrug, "not me."

"You know Tanith, don't you?"

"Tanith Low? Yes. Why?"

"If you're in London and need someone to watch your back, you can trust her. It might be your only chance to catch some sleep."

"I'll think about it. Any other advice for me?"

"Stay alive," Skulduggery said, and Peregrine vanished.