Now this was more like it. Cooperation for mutual benefit. Mind you, if Castiel actually was an angel, that should be in his nature, shouldn't it? Judging by certain Biblical interpretations, anyway. Most people here seemed to keep things close to their chests.

Skulduggery nodded in response to the gratitude, and sat back in anticipation of the bus arriving in Doyleton. "The largest one in the middle," he answered. "Where all of the ten nonfiction books are."

It was a bit of an exaggeration, but there was a laughably small amount of anything factual in the library, and Skulduggery was perhaps still a little miffed by that. On the other hand, if he hadn't noticed that fact, he might never have tried to pull out the Oxford Book of English Verse. It was a double-edged sword.