Chapter Two: And He Got an Idea, a Perfectly, Wonderful, Awful Idea
Ghastly stared at Skulduggery. "She did what?"
The detective sighed explosively. "I told you! She stole my head and then used it to model her wig with!"
Dexter exploded with laughter, actually falling to the floor. Skulduggery looked at him. If he had eyes, they would have been filled with disdain.
Ghastly tried and failed to hold back a few chuckles. "Why are you telling me this?"
Skulduggery tilted his head. "I need your help to get back at her."
Dexter popped back up from the floor. "Revenge on your own partner, Pleasant? How unlike you!"
"I told her that this was war."
Dexter smiled. "Before you do anything else, maybe you should shrub off that mustache she drew on your skull."
Skulduggery raced to the closest mirror. He started cussing up a storm. Valkyrie walked into Ghastly's shop at that moment. Fletcher was with her.
She heard the cussing and raised an eyebrow. "Is that my unflustered partner?"
Dexter chuckled. "Yep. He found the mustache."
Skulduggery walked in with as much dignity as he could muster. The mustache was scrubbed off, but his pride was bruised. He had seen Mist and Erskine with it on.
"Miss Cain, care to explain your most recent actions?" He sounded like a high class noble.
Valkyrie smiled. "Just thought that you might have missed having facial hair."
Ghastly chuckled. "Even back then he couldn't grow a five o'clock shadow."
Skulduggery sniffed. "I could to. It was a perfect five o'clock shadow."
Dexter made a show of shaking her head at Valkyrie and Fletcher.
Skulduggery sniffed and left the shop with a slam of the door. Ghastly shook his head. "Be careful, Val, he's not the type of person to start a prank war with. That's how Dexter became afraid of frogs, and Saracen could never eat cheese again."
Valkyrie raised an eyebrow. "One, I am not Dexter and Saracen. Two, you will tell me those stories some time soon."
He chuckled. "I will. And good luck, Val." He sighed. "You'll need it."