Butler slid down the wall into a sitting position and held out
Artemis’s phone.
Maybe there’s no network, he thought hopefully.
But there was. Four bars. Artemis had built his phone to access all
available networks, including military and fairy. A person would have
to be on the moon before Artemis’s phone would fail.
Okay. Stop putting it off. Make the call.
Butler scrolled through the contacts and selected Angeline Fowl’s
mobile phone. It took a few seconds to connect, as the call had to go
through Haven up to a satellite and back to Ireland, and when it did
ring, the tone was the fairy triple beep.
Maybe she’s asleep.
But Angeline picked up on the second ring.

- The Atlantis Complex, Epilogue