Chapter ONE - Weebly

wind up back in the Dowsing Rod; whatever he
couldn’t learn on the wharves he could find out there.
Boston had its share of newspapers, but half of what
their publishers printed they learned in Boston’s taverns.
Halfway to the Dowser, Ethan spotted Diver. His
friend walked with his hands deep in his pockets, his
shoulders hunched, his eyes scanning the street. Ethan
came up beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
Diver jumped as if he had seen a snake and reached
for his blade. Ethan took a step back, holding up his
hands for his friend to see.
“Ethan!” he said. “Don’t do that, mate! You scared
me half…” He stopped, gaping at Ethan’s face. “Damn!
What happened to you?”
“Had a visit from Sephira and her men.”
Diver’s eyes went wide. “When?”
“Yesterday.” He dropped his voice. “I just took on
a new job—Abner Berson—and Sephira doesn’t like
me taking away her rich clients.”
“I thought you weren’t working for a while.”
“So did I,” Ethan said. “But this job is different.”
“I would think it is,” Diver said pointedly, “with