““So how did it go at the Bone City?” Isabelle asked, flipping her menu open. “Did you find out what’s in Clary’s head?” “We got a name,” said Jace. “Magnus—” “Shut up,” Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured. “Jesus.” He rubbed his arm. “What’s your problem?” “This place is full of Downworlders. You know that. I think you should try to keep the details of our investigation secret.” “Investigation?” Isabelle laughed. “Now we’re detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.” “Good idea,” said Jace. “I shall be Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.””
