[Ravel studies the address on the outside of the envelope--it's familiar, though he can't immediately remember why--only looking back up at the part about having something to do with him.]
Me? What does it-
[He stops. That's why the handwriting looks so familiar. He's only been reading that writing on letters and reports for close to three hundred years.
Erskine levels an exasperated look at the skeleton.]
no subject
Me? What does it-
[He stops. That's why the handwriting looks so familiar. He's only been reading that writing on letters and reports for close to three hundred years.
Erskine levels an exasperated look at the skeleton.]
That's your writing, Skulduggery. Very funny.