Chapter ONE - Weebly

ooch is all that matters. And I can get it for you. I
know where it is.”
“Can you take me there now?” Ethan asked.
“I can get it for you.”
Ethan shook his head. “No. The person who has it
now—”
“Is none of your concern,” the girl said sternly.
“Meet me tomorrow at this time, right here. I’ll take you
to it. You can give it to Berson and get your money.”
“There’s more to this than the brooch,” Ethan said.
“Even if you don’t understand that, the person who sent
you does.”
He was still squatting, and his knees were starting to
ache. Ten years ago, he could have stayed thus for
longer. But not anymore. He straightened his legs
slowly, stiffly. His stomach and sides ached from the
beating.
As he stood he realized two things simultaneously.
First, the girl had said nothing about the bruises on his
face. And second, standing in a dark portion of the
street, Ethan could see his shadow cast on the
cobblestone lane by the glow of the moon.