Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I believe this rabble was capable of the cruelest
sort of mischief. They were obviously determined to do
as much injury as possible to Boston’s finer families. Is
it so hard to credit that they would also harm my poor
girl?” His voice broke on these last words.
Ethan began to respond, his voice gentle. “I suppose
—”
“She was found last night on Cross Street,” Berson
went on, growing more animated by the moment. “She
was only a few steps from the path these ruffians
followed from the Hallowell home to Thomas
Hutchinson’s house. She left here only a short time
before the fire was lit at the Town House, and by the
time the mob had finished with Hutchinson’s home, she
was dead.”
It occurred to Ethan that if he was right about that
pulse of power and its connection to Jennifer’s murder,
he could have pinpointed the time of her death even
more precisely. For now, though, he kept this to
himself.
“Forgive me for asking, sir, but why was she abroad
in the city so late in the evening?”