Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I went to King’s Chapel today, as your man
instructed. Have you been to see your daughter’s body
as well?”
“Of course I have!” Berson said, his brow knitting in
anger. “What kind of question is that?”
“Did anything strike you as odd about what you
saw?”
The merchant started to answer, faltered. At last he
said, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Mister Kaille.
Perhaps you should just come out and say it.”
“All right,” Ethan said. “Why did you hire me, sir?”
The man stared back at him, his expression
unreadable. Finally, he looked away and said, “You’re
a thieftaker, aren’t you? I’m paying you handsomely. I
thought you would be eager—”
“Why not Sephira Pryce? She’s far better known
than I am. To be honest, I’m surprised you had even
heard of me.”
A humorless smile flitted across Berson’s face.
“Come now, Mister Kaille,” he said in a low voice.
“There was a time when everyone in Boston knew your
name. You and the Ruby Blade were quite the