Holly’s fingers closed around the object that had been digging into her ankle. She knew immediately by its contours what was concealed there. The acorn! It must have slipped into her boot during all the commotion by the oak. This could be a vital development. All she needed was a small patch of earth—then her powers would be restored.
Holly glanced surreptitiously around the cell. Fresh concrete, by the looks of it. Not a single crack or flaky corner. Nowhere to bury her secret weapon. Holly stood tentatively, trying out her legs for stability. Not too bad, a bit shaky around the knees, but otherwise sound enough. She crossed to the wall, pressing her cheek and palms to the smooth surface. The concrete was fresh all right, very recent. Still damp in patches. Obviously her prison had been specially prepared.
“Looking for something?”said a voice. A cold, heartless voice.
Holly reared back from the wall. The human boy was standing not two feet from her, his eyes hidden behind mirrored glasses. He had entered the room without a sound. Extraordinary.
“Sit, please.”
Holly did not want to sit, please. What she wanted to do was incapacitate this insolent pup with her elbow and use his miserable hide for leverage. Artemis could see it in her eyes. It amused him.
“Getting ideas, are we, Captain Short?”
Holly bared her teeth, it was answer enough.
“We are both fully aware of the rules here, Captain. This is my house. You must abide by my wishes. Your laws, not mine. Obviously my wishes do not include bodily harm to myself, or your attempting to leave this house.”
It hit Holly then.
“How do you know my—”
“Your name? Your rank?”Artemis smiled, though there was no joy in it. “If you wear a name tag . . .”
Holly’s hand unconsciously covered the silver tag on her suit.
“But that’s written in—”
“Gnommish. I know. I happen to be fluent. As is everyone in my network.”
Holly was silent for a moment, processing this momentous revelation.
“Fowl,” she said with feeling. “You have no idea what you’ve done. Bringing the worlds together like this could mean disaster for us all.”
Artemis shrugged. “I am not concerned with us all, just myself. And believe me, I shall be perfectly fine. Now, sit, please.”
Holly sat, never taking her hazel eyes from the diminutive monster before her.
“So what is this master plan, Fowl? Let me guess— world domination?”
“Nothing so melodramatic,” chuckled Artemis.“Just riches.”
“A thief!” spat Holly. “You’re just a thief!”
Annoyance flashed across Artemis’s features, only to be replaced by his customary sardonic grin.
“Yes. A thief if you like. Hardly just a thief, though. The world’s first cross-species thief.”
Captain Short snorted. “First cross-species thief! Mud People have been stealing from us for millennia. Why do you think we live underground?”
“True. But I will be first to successfully separate a fairy from its gold.”
“Gold? Gold? Human idiot. You don’t honestly believe that crock-of-gold nonsense. Some things aren’t true, you know.” Holly threw her head back and laughed.
Artemis checked his nails patiently, waiting for her to finish. When the gales had finally subsided, he shook his index finger.
“You are right to laugh, Captain Short. For a while there, I did believe in all that under-the-rainbow crock-of-gold blarney, but now I know better. Now I know about the hostage fund.”
Holly struggled to keep her face under control.
“What hostage fund?”
“Oh, come now, Captain. Why bother with the charade? You told me about it yourself.”
“I—I told you!” stammered Holly. “Ridiculous!”
“Look at your arm.”
Holly rolled up her right sleeve. There was a small cotton pad taped to the vein.
“That’s where we administered the sodium pentathol. Commonly known as truth serum. You sang like a bird.”
Holly knew it was true. How else could he know?
“You’re crazy!”
Artemis nodded indulgently. “If I win, I’m a prodigy. If I lose, then I’m crazy. That’s the way history is written.”
Of course, there had been no sodium pentathol, just a harmless prick with a sterilized needle. Artemis would not risk causing brain damage to his meal ticket, nor could he afford to reveal the Book as the source of his information. Better to let the hostage believe that she had betrayed her own people. It would lower her morale, making her more susceptible to his mind games. Still, the ruse disturbed him. It was undeniably cruel. How far was he prepared to go for this gold? He didn’t know, and wouldn’t until the time came.
Holly slumped, momentarily defeated by this latest development. She had talked. Revealed sacred secrets. Even if she did manage to escape, she would be banished to some freezing tunnel under the Arctic Circle.
“This isn’t over, Fowl,” she said at last. “We have powers you can’t possibly know about. It would take days to describe them all.”
The infuriating boy laughed again. “How long do you think you’ve been here?”
Holly groaned; she knew what was coming. “A few hours?”
Artemis shook his head. “Three days,” he lied. “We’ve had you on a drip for over sixty hours . . . until you told us everything we needed to know.”
Even as the words came out, Artemis felt guilty. These mind games were having an obvious effect on Holly, destroying her from the inside out. Was there really a need for this?
“Three days? You could have killed me. What kind of ...”
And it was that speechless quality that sent the doubt shooting through Artemis’s brain. The fairy thought him so evil, she couldn’t even find the words.
Holly pulled herself together.
“Well then, Master Fowl,” she spat, heavy on the contempt, “if you know so much about us, then you know what happens when they locate me.”
Artemis nodded absently. “Oh yes, I know. In fact, I’m counting on it.”
It was Holly’s turn to grin.
“Oh really. Tell me, boy, have you ever met a troll?”
For the first time, the human’s confidence dropped a notch.
“No. Never a troll.”
Holly showed more teeth.
“You will, Fowl. You will. And I hope I’m there to see it.”
The LEP had established a surface Ops HQ at E1: Tara.
“Well?” said Root, slapping at a paramedic gremlin who was applying burn salve to his forehead. “Leave it. The magic will sort me out soon enough.”
“Well, what?” replied Foaly.
“Don’t give me any of your lip today, Foaly, because today is not one of those Oh-I’m-so-impressed-with-the-pony’s-technology days. Tell me what you found on the human.”
Foaly scowled, securing his foil hat between curled horns. He flipped the top on a wafer-thin laptop.
“I hacked into Interpol. Not too difficult, I can tell you. They might as well have put out a welcome mat. . . .”
Root drummed his fingers on the conference table. “Get on with it.”
“Right. Fowl. Ten-gigabyte file. In paper terms, that’s half a library.”