Chapter ONE - Weebly

you’ll have to go to Sephira Pryce.”
Apparently the lieutenant governor hadn’t expected
him to respond as he did. The man regarded Ethan for
another moment. “Very well, Mister Kaille. You may
go.”
“Thank you, sir.” Ethan strode toward the door.
“I’ll be interested to hear how your inquiry
progresses.”
Ethan didn’t face Hutchinson again, but he did pause
at the door. “Yes, sir,” he said, and let himself out of the
chamber.
Greenleaf and the men of the watch were there in
the corridor. The sheriff nodded to him, and one of his
men, perhaps the one who had shoved Ethan,
glowered, but none of them tried to keep Ethan from
leaving. They even returned his knife.
He exited the building, and started back toward his
home, still seething at what Hutchinson had implied. He
hadn’t gone far, though, when he spotted that same
shock of yellow hair that he had seen in the Town
House. He ducked behind a carriage that was rattling
by, and, crouching low, jogged along beside it, keeping