Chapter ONE - Weebly

thinking about the boy, and how strange his death had
been.”
“Why didn’t you say something while we were in the
crypt?”
Pell shrugged, his brow creasing. Suddenly, he
looked terribly young. “I wasn’t sure my memory of the
boy’s death was reliable, and … and I feared you
would think me foolish for mentioning it. But tonight, as
I was readying myself for bed and I was supposed to
be praying, I couldn’t get the two of them out of my
head. That’s when I decided to find you.”
“Where do you live, Mister Pell?”
“Mister Caner has been kind enough to let me a
room in his home. For a most reasonable fee,” he
added.
“Did anyone see you leave his house?”
That brought a smile to the minister’s face. “No.
Back in my youth, before I was sent to study for the
ministry, I was something of a rascal. I became quite
adept at slipping from my home and back in again
without my parents’ knowledge.” His eyes danced.
“Until, of course, I got caught and wound up reading for