They took a security lift up two floors, and followed a dimly lit corridor for what seemed like miles.
Carla Frazetti swept past him into the lounge, settling into the roomâ€™s only armchair. There was another person on the doorstep, hidden beneath the cameraâ€™s field. Mulch made a mental note. Redirect the CCTV lens. A fairy could sneak right in under it, even if he or she wasnâ€™t shielded.
Spiro clipped the Cube on to his belt. â€˜You know something? Iâ€™m starting to like this guy.â€™
Holly suspected that it was a false alarm. Hundreds of these calls came in every year. Foaly was so paranoid that he believed the Mud People were invading every time someone mentioned the word â€˜magicâ€™ on a phone line. And with the recent trend for human fantasy movies and video games, magical phrases cropped up quite a lot. Thousands of police hours were wasted staking out the dwellings of residents where these phone calls originated, and it usually turned out to be some kid playing on his PC.
â€˜Thatâ€™s right, Artemis. You are becoming a severe liability to the People. If we are to assist you in this matter, then you and your staff would have to submit to mind wipes.â€™
But her eyes told the real story.
Juliet felt her fingers close round the joint. The pressure sped up Mulchâ€™s leg in a series of jolts. The dwarf fought to keep his aim true, in spite of the spasms.