Chapter ONE - Weebly

hope you’ll let me know.”
“Of course,” Derne said, his tone businesslike.
“How might I get in touch with you?”
“I live in the South End, above Dall’s cooperage.
And a message can be left for me at the Dowsing Rod
on Sudbury Street.”
“Very well.” Derne put out his hand and Ethan
gripped it.
“Good night, Mister Derne.”
“Mister Kaille.”
Ethan started away, aware that Derne was staring
after him. He kept his gaze fixed on the street ahead of
him, however, and after a short while the feeling of
being watched faded.
He was hungry, and he considered making his way
to the Dowser for some of Kannice’s stew. But
Kannice hadn’t been happy with him when he left the
tavern that morning—was this really still the same day?
—and he had given her good reason. If he had kept his
word to himself, and had refused to take any more jobs
for a time, he wouldn’t have been beaten by Sephira’s
men, and he would still have the money Corbett had