She flicked on the torch and crouched. The light glinted off empty shell casings.
“Hmm,” said Gordon. “A lot of bullets were used here.”
“Automatic weapons,” Valkyrie said, scattering the casings with her fingers. “High-powered rifles. Explosives, too, judging by the craters on the wall over there – looks like rocket-propelled grenades. All recent.”
Gordon sounded impressed. “You’re turning out to be quite the detective.”
“For my fifteenth birthday, Skulduggery gave me a three-month course in ballistics. Some of it stuck.” She stood up. “Whatever attacked them was driven away. Doesn’t look like Foe or any of his friends were hurt.”