After about a half an hour I got tired of pacing, so went and sat down on the recliner in the corner of the room. I didn’t want to sit beside Artemis on the bed for fear of disturbing him. He was still meditating.
After about five more minutes of meditating, his eyes suddenly shot open. He jumped up and snatched his laptop. His fingers flew across the keyboard so fast it made my head spin just watching, and he muttered something under his breath.
I jumped out of the chair and ran over to him.
“What is it?” I asked. “Did you find something?”
“Maybe,” he said. “I-I hope not, but maybe.”
I struggled to keep my jaw from dropping in shock. He was stuttering. Artemis Fowl didn’t stutter. Something must be wrong. Really wrong.
“Artemis, what’s wrong?” He just shook his head. “Artemis,” I said, a little sharper than was probably necessary, “I’m serious, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
He looked up at me. His hands were shaking, and he looked even more pale than normal. “The other morning I had a copy of the fairy book out on the computer desk in my study,” he said. I opened my mouth to ask I’m how in the world that was relevant, but he held up a hand to stop me. “I left it there when I went to the store. When I came back, my son was in my room. He said he was looking for a new book to read.”
I caught on immediately. “You don’t think-” My voice was trembling. I stopped and took a deep breath. “You don’t think he could have done it, do you?”
He looked at me, dead serious, and said, “That’s exactly what I think.”