Now that I’d used the Aquarius Key, Walker was bound to know I had it. And he’d want it. I could have hung on to the Key if I’d been ready to make a big thing out of it, but I wasn’t. The Aquarius Key gave me the creeps. Some things you know are bad news for all concerned. They’re just too…tempting. So back to the Londinium Club Bettie and I went. Plenty of time yet to take the damned DVD to the offices of the Unnatural Inquirer. Where Scoop Malloy would have to decide what to do with it, and the news that his paper no longer had an Editor. “But how would Walker know you’ve got the Key?” said Bettie, skipping merrily along beside me. She was back in her polka-dot dress and big floppy hat look.“Walker knows everything,” I said. “Or at least, everything he needs to know.”“I still can’t get over my Editor being the Bad Guy in all this. I wonder who’ll replace him at the Inquirer?” “Scoop Malloy?” “Oh, please! I don’t think so!” Bettie pulled a disparaging face that still somehow managed to look attractive on her.
