The Lost Colony (29 page)

“Good,” said Artemis Senior. “The more opinions we can call on the better.” He turned to his son. “Listen, Arty, do you know someone who might be able to help? Anyone. Perhaps you have some underworld contacts?”

Artemis twisted a rather ostentatious ring on his middle finger so that the front rested against his palm. This
ring
was actually a camouflaged fairy communicator.

“Yes,” he said. “I have a few underworld contacts.”