Chapter ONE - Weebly

Greenleaf hardly spared her a glance. “We’re
looking for Ethan Kaille,” he said. “We know he’s
here.”
Even in the dingy light of the tavern, Ethan saw the
color drain from Kannice’s face. To her credit, she
didn’t immediately glance his way, but neither did she
manage to say anything.
“What do you need, Sheriff?” Ethan said, standing.
Greenleaf smiled thinly and stepped past Kannice.
His men followed. “Good day, Mister Kaille,” he said,
his voice echoing.
The sheriff wasn’t a bad sort. He didn’t like Ethan,
and Ethan felt the same way about him. But the man
had a nearly impossible job. As sheriff of Suffolk
County he was expected to keep the peace throughout
Boston and the surrounding countryside. But he had no
soldiers, no guards, no militia. Even the men of the
watch standing behind him answered to city authorities.
He would have had to borrow them for this excursion.
Greenleaf stopped a few feet from the table and
nodded in Ethan’s direction.
“He has a knife on his belt,” he said calmly to the