Chapter ONE - Weebly

door behind him.
Hutchinson faced Ethan once more, and for what
felt like several minutes, as their eyes remained locked,
they were like foes in a card game, each taking the
measure of the other. Hutchinson was a tall man and he
sat forward in his chair, his shoulders thrust back
slightly, which gave him a barrel-chested look despite
his slender build. He had large, dark eyes, a high
forehead, and a long, prominent nose. The curls of his
powdered wig framed his face. His clothes were simple,
but immaculate: a black suit with a white shirt and
cravat. His eyes were bloodshot and there were dark
rings under them. He looked to Ethan like he hadn’t
slept in days.
“I hope you weren’t inconvenienced much by my
summons,” Hutchinson finally said. He didn’t ask Ethan
to sit, so Ethan remained as he was and answered.
“No, Your Honor.”
“I understand there was an incident.”
“Sir?”
“At the tavern, where they found you. A man was
injured. A friend of yours.”