Chapter ONE - Weebly

sensation some years back.”
“It’s not the same,” Ethan said. “Sephira Pryce is
the most renowned thieftaker in all of Boston. So again
I ask: Why did you hire me?”
Berson eyed him a moment longer, and then sagged.
“You saw her,” he said. “There wasn’t a mark on her,
nothing to tell us what had killed her, much less who. At
first we didn’t even suspect foul play. But then we
realized that the brooch was gone. And that mob was
still in the streets.”
“Did you think perhaps that she had died of natural
causes, and that the brooch was stolen after?”
A spark of hope lit Berson’s eyes. “Is that what you
think happened?”
The man deserved the truth, but Ethan needed
answers first. “I’m trying to understand how you came
to hire me, sir.”
“Isn’t it clear? Jennifer was dead, and for no reason
we could see or understand. She was a healthy girl, and
there was no indication that anything had been done to
her. It had to be … devilry.” He stumbled over the
word and his face went white at his own mention of it.