â€˜Good. Iâ€™m counting on you to get the kid here safely.â€™
Butler rolled his eyes. And Artemis wondered who would want to kill him. Most of the waiters and tailors in Europe, for a start.
The actual terminal was pretty comprehensive, boasting a three-lane visa clearance booth, entertainment complex and duty-free shopping. The current souvenir craze was a Mud Man hippy doll that said, â€˜Peace, man,â€™ when you pressed its tummy.
Artemis held up his palm. â€˜Wait a moment. Am I right in thinking that when I wake up again this will all be over?â€™