Angle Smith was an unpleasant man, both in appearance and personality. He was short and chubby, balder than an eagle, with large yellow teeth that just wouldn't sit right in his mouth. He liked to dress in grey ragged clothes so he could complain about never having nice things, but everyone tolerated him.

Why?

He had the ability to craft all kinds of objects and trinkets that, fable told, could connect themselves to the Faceless Ones. The undying Gods that had worshipers all over the world so it was no surprise that he was very well worked. He chimed away to the sounds of hammers beating metals and gem, precious stones into attractive looking chunks that could be squeezed into pre made rings or bracelets that wouldn't draw suspicion to his buyers but allow them the closeness the desired to the Faceless Ones. Many thought he was a fraud but he wasn't, he could connect people to the Faceless Ones with his creations because of what he was. The Faceless Ones had come to this world years ago, the detective and Cain sending them back, but he witnessed the whole thing, he saw what power they held and forced him into believing without even trying. He had investigated the scene afterwards and found where they walking their being had mixed into the soil so he took it. He could hear them speaking to him at night as the soil sat under his pillow, they told him how to make these artefacts, they chose him to spread them around, they want him to be the one to bring them back to the world.

So he couldn't understand why he wasn't protected when the skeleton detective came in with his cronies and shut down his workshop. Or why they weren't there to stop the cleavers from burning down his home. Then there was him. The man watching happily from the shadows as he was dragged away.

Number 8956-45

He ordered a necklace that the Faceless Ones could speak through, just like everyone else, but he did something weird to it. He defaced it by adding his own jewels to it and was thrown out due to blasphemy. But now he stood watching as Angle was dragged away by the detective with a satisfied smirk and a small wave of his hand. He didn't know how but he knew that somehow that man watching from the corner was involved in this arrest, he knew deep down that the man was jealous and that's why this is happening.

It seemed that the detective couldn't wait to get him back to the sanctuary to start the interrogating, "You have caused a lot of trouble in places you won't even imagine."

"I have merely spread the knowledge of the Faceless Ones; I don't take fault about what my customers do with their trinkets. You have nothing to arrest me for."

"Actually I do, involving mortals in magical matters. Thanks to you two girls have now had to be removed from their families and I honestly don't see them ever returning."

"I'm not at fault."

"Because of your work, that is why you are at fault."

"You have no proof."

"Who do you work for?"

"The Faceless Ones."

"Who do you work for?"

"Your questions are as pointless as your existence," Angle gave a knowing smirk while he got himself comfortable, "soon enough you and Miss Cain will pay for your crimes."

An arm came crashing against his windpipe, trapping him against the van wall and crushing his lungs from lack of oxygen, "You won't touch Valkyrie."

"No…not me…"his strangled voice rasped, wheels in his head slowly turning, "…an…other…"

"Who? I want a name."

"No…name…"

Skulduggery let him drop but kept the pathetic man at his feet, "So who am I looking for?"

"Number 8956-45, the man ordered a necklace from me just like many others but he changed it. He ruined it."

"So you know nothing about this man, you just want revenge for him changing what you made."

"What I made was PERFECT! A pure crystal, one that held the voices of the Faceless Ones," Angle turned red faced with anger his voice breaking on the edge of screaming, "but HE went and changed it! Corrupted snaked with ruby eyes. He wrapped them around the crystal and ruined its perfectness; the voices will be dulled now. He deserves to suffer but nowhere near as much as you or the Cain girl."

"Suddenly I don't feel like hurting you anymore. Thank you Mr Smith for giving me that information."

The van pulled to a stop and two cleavers stood waiting at the entrance for orders, Skulduggery simply waved his hand at them and they dragged Angle from his seat without any need for haste. Angle was an unpleasant man and he was going to make sure that everyone in the sanctuary building before him found that out if they were planning on keeping him there.