Chapter ONE - Weebly

name is Ethan Kaille. Abner Berson has hired me—”
“Of course, Mister Kaille,” the younger Derne said,
striding forward and offering a hand. “Mister Berson
told me he intended to hire you. Terrible business. I’m
still…” He shook his head. “Well, I’m at a loss for
words. Jennifer was quite dear to me, as Mister Berson
might have told you.”
“He did. I’m terribly sorry for you loss.”
“Thank you.”
The elder Derne joined them and offered a hand as
well, even as he examined Ethan’s face.
“You look like you’ve had quite a day, Mister
Kaille,” the older man said.
“Yes, sir, I have.” He was growing weary of hearing
comments on his cuts and bruises, and he had yet to see
Diver or Kannice. “If I may, Mister Derne,” he said to
the son, “I would like to ask you a few questions. I
won’t keep you long.”
Cyrus and his father exchanged glances.
“Of course,” the young man said. “Would you mind
if we walked? I’ve spent most of my day in our offices;
I wouldn’t mind a bit of air.”