If Skulduggery had eyes, he could well have been blinking. "My Bentley?" His head tilted. "In the jungle?"

It was difficult to surprise the skeleton. That certainly managed it. He recovered quickly enough, and - more importantly - smoothly enough, a sequestered part of his mind already determining that Wreath was probably telling the truth. After all, Wreath wasn't using the voice, manner, or face of deadpan humour, and Skulduggery's recent discovery of the painting certainly confirmed the idea of illogical boons being left for them.

And far be it from Skulduggery to look such a handsome gift horse in the mouth, but... his Bentley? Really? His Bentley without a constant and inexpensive source of fuel? What sort of an illogical boon was that?

Not that he wasn't grateful.

After a moment, he finally managed another question. "When?"