Chapter ONE - Weebly

woman in the city to be talking about his past and the
fact that he was a conjurer.
“I won’t tell anyone else, if that’s what you’re
worried about,” Berson said. “You have my word.”
“Too many people know already.” He exhaled
heavily and raised his gaze only to find the merchant
already eyeing him. “It was a conjuring that killed her. I
know that beyond a doubt. I used a spell at the chapel
and … well, you don’t need to know the details. But
there is no doubt in my mind. I don’t know who cast
the spell that killed her, but he or she is powerful. There
can’t be more than a handful of people in all the
colonies who could have murdered her that way.”
“So, do you … do you think you can find the
person who did this?” the man asked, sounding both
hopeful and frightened.
“Yes, sir. I believe I can.”
Berson nodded, his gaze drifting toward the door.
“I’ll leave you to your family, sir,” Ethan said. He
started to leave. Then he halted and faced the merchant
again. “Is there really a brooch, Mister Berson, or was
that just something you and your man made up to get