Skulduggery's first act was to dig through the glovebox, checking the registration for any potential errors to give the thing away as a fake. All of the papers, even the exorbitant reciept from her latest repair, are all in proper order, and it's only then that he finally allows himself to accept that his car is really here. Not only here, but in the best shape possible, with pristine paint and a dust-free interior.

There'd always been a chance in the back of his mind that maybe one of his friends would appear aboard the ship one day; that the Valkyrie he's been seeing on and off would turn out to be the real thing, or that someone would tell him about a heavily scarred tailor at the bar. It isn't impossible to see them again. But his car? No. That would be crazy.

And yet, here he is. And here she is. And so far, no sign of sabotage whatsoever...