Chapter ONE - Weebly

probably wouldn’t be asking such questions. But she
was murdered, and though my experience with killings
is meager, I believe that such acts are less arbitrary.
Someone might have killed her to steal the brooch. Or
might have stolen it as an afterthought. Or perhaps she
was killed for some other reason and the villain took the
brooch to confuse matters, to conceal the true purpose
behind her murder.”
Berson’s face had paled and his hand trembled as
he rubbed it across his mouth. But he shook his head
vehemently. “I believe you’re thinking about this the
wrong way, Mister Kaille.”
Ethan didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow, though
he wanted to. Did Berson now fancy himself a
thieftaker? “Is that so, sir?”
“Yes. No doubt you’ve heard of the unpleasantness
last night.”
“The destruction of the lieutenant governor’s home.”
“And the homes of Hallowell and Story,” Berson
said pointedly.
It took Ethan a moment. “You believe this crowd
also killed your daughter?” he asked.