Free Skulduggery Pleasant: Kingdom of the Wicked by Derek Landy Page B

it?”
    “Ah,” Mien said, laughing, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you.” They started walking back the way they’d come. “Every warden of every gaol around the world has tried to find out, but I’m keeping it to myself for now. It won’t be long before I’m assigned to one of the bigger prisons, though, and maybe then I’ll share the secret of my success.”
    Skulduggery looked at him. “An ambitious man, are you, Mr Mien?”
    “I suppose you could say that. Nothing wrong with ambition, is there?”
    “Absolutely nothing,” Skulduggery said, “so long as it’s channelled the right way.”
    “I assure you, all of my ambition is channelled to enable me to better perform my duties.”
    They passed through another steel door, and a uniformed man handed Mien a touch-screen device the size of a brick.
    “Excuse me for a moment,” Skulduggery said, taking out his phone and stepping away.
    Mien took the opportunity to show Valkyrie the device in his hand. “I control the entire building with this,” he said, his fingers tapping and sliding over the screen. “My own design, actually. I hope to get it smaller, but with the amount of power it has to generate this is the best I can do at the moment.”
    “Isn’t that dangerous?” she asked. “To have everything centralised in something someone could run away with?”
    Mien smiled. “I’m the only one who can operate it, and it’s kept here, within the confines of the main facility. I never bring it outside that door. Security is my business, Detective Cain. I know a thing or two about it.”
    Skulduggery came back. “It all looks very impressive, I have to say. It’s certainly a unique set-up. Were you told which prisoner we’re here to see?”
    “I wasn’t,” said Mien, “but it doesn’t matter. With the protocols I’ve installed, any inmate can be accessible within minutes. Just give me a moment to call up the proper screen... OK. Name of prisoner?”
    “Silas Nadir.”
    Mien’s fingers hesitated over the device.
    “N,” he said. “N... where’s the N? I can’t... can’t find the... Oh, here we are. Nadir. And what was the first name?”
    “Silas,” said Skulduggery.
    Mien nodded, tapped the name in, and waited.
    “Oh,” he said.
    Skulduggery tilted his head. “Oh?”
    “I’m terribly sorry, it looks like you’ve had a wasted trip. Silas Nadir died two years ago.”
    Skulduggery stopped walking. “What?”
    “Oh, this is awful,” said Mien. “I’m terribly sorry. He had a heart attack. The staff here weren’t even aware he had a medical condition. He died in his sleep.”
    “So why wasn’t his death reported?”
    Mien blinked. “It was. I... I’m sure it was. It would have had to have been. Our Chief Medical Officer would have been required to process all of the appropriate paperwork.”
    “Can we speak to him?” Valkyrie asked.
    Mien looked sheepish. “I’m sorry. Doctor Taper no longer works at this gaol. Can I ask why you wanted to speak with Nadir? Maybe someone else could help you?”
    “We needed Nadir,” Skulduggery said curtly. “Do many prisoners die while in your custody, Mr Mien?”
    Mien’s look of embarrassment faded quickly as his mouth set into a straight line. “No, Detective Pleasant. They do not.” He started walking again. Skulduggery and Valkyrie kept up.
    “How many prisoners have died here in the last year?” Skulduggery asked.
    “None. The inmates may be convicted criminals but they are nonetheless entitled to the best care we can provide.”
    “How many prisoners have died here in the last ten years?”
    Mien bristled. “Three. Nadir and two others – Evoric Cudgel and Lorenzo Mulct. Should I have personally informed you of their deaths as well?”
    “Mulct and Cudgel,” Skulduggery said. “Never heard of them. What were they in for?”
    Mien turned to them, jabbing irritably at the device. “Mulct was... Mulct was found guilty of multiple counts of robbery. Cudgel was one of