Chapter ONE - Weebly

The minister looked away, gently touching his bruise
again, and then dabbing at the cut on his neck and
checking his fingers for blood. There was none.
“I needed to speak with you about Jennifer Berson,”
he said.
Ethan eyed him with interest. “What about her?”
“Well, not about her exactly. But about what
happened to her.”
The thieftaker lowered himself onto his bed, eyeing
the minister closely. “Do you know something about her
murder?”
Pell sat staring at the floor, absently touching the cut
skin on his throat. Several times he opened his mouth as
if intending to speak, only to close it again, frowning
each time.
“Mister Pell?”
“I don’t know who killed her,” Pell said at last.
“Obviously if I did, I would tell you. I … I’d like to see
this person stopped.”
“Then what?”
Pell’s eyes, pale blue and shining with candlelight,
met Ethan’s. “I lied to you today. When I said that I