Chapter ONE - Weebly

off with a stronger sheriff and a constabulary. True,
such an office would render thieftakers like himself and
Sephira Pryce unnecessary, but he would find other
work. And he liked the idea of Sephira begging
someone for a job. Not that this was likely to happen
any time soon. He cast a last look at the gawkers and
continued up Brattle Street to Hanover, where
Benjamin Hallowell lived.
The damage done to the Hallowell home was even
more extensive than that inflicted on Story’s house. The
wooden fence surrounding Hallowell’s property had
been knocked down, many of the windows had been
shattered, and Hallowell’s furniture had been wrecked
and pieces of it strewn about. Papers, pieces of
clothing, and empty bottles of wine had been scattered
about the yard and into the street fronting it. The crowd
gathered outside this house was far larger than that at
the Story home. Benjamin Hallowell was better known
and even less well liked than William Story. It stood to
reason that the destruction of his property should draw
more interest.
Ethan didn’t linger at the Hallowell home. After