Chapter ONE - Weebly

leather.
After a few more steps, Ethan halted, afraid to stray
too far out onto the pier lest the pup sneak past him. If
he lost Folter to the tangled streets of the South End, he
would have to begin his search anew.
“You shouldn’t have stolen Missus Corbett’s
necklaces, Daniel!” Ethan pitched his voice to carry, but
his words were swallowed by the hazy twilight air and
the sounds of the harbor. “Her husband is angry. He’s
paying his hard-earned money to get her jewels back,
and to have some justice meted out on her behalf.”
He waited, listening, watching.
“Your only way out is through me, lad. And I’m not
going anywhere.”
Still no response. Doubt started to gnaw at Ethan’s
mind. Had Folter found some other way off the wharf?
Or was he simply smarter and more patient than Ethan
had allowed?
Neither, as it turned out.
Ethan heard a footfall to his left and wheeled
quickly, his knife held ready. Folter stepped from the
darkness, the faint glow of twilight shining in his eyes