Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Easy, Kaille,” Yellow-hair said. He had stopped,
too, and now he raised his pistol for Ethan to see and
then slipped it back into his coat pocket. He opened his
hands. “Ya see? I jus’ wanna talk t’ ya.”
“All right,” Ethan said. “Talk.”
Sephira’s man beckoned to him with a wave. “In
private. Come with me.”
Ethan didn’t move. “I don’t think so.”
Yellow-hair frowned, but said, “Miss Pryce heard
tha’ ya’d been offer’d Jennifer Berson’s missin’
brooch.”
Ethan stared at him, at last letting out a small,
breathless laugh. “Where did she hear that?”
“Is it true?”
“Retrieving the brooch means nothing if I don’t find
her killer.”
“Miss Pryce disagrees,” he said. “Ya’re a thieftaker.
Yar job is t’ retrieve stolen goods.”
Ethan was fast tiring of Sephira and her men always
being a step ahead of him.
“Is it true?” Yellow-hair asked again. “Have ya been
offer’d th’ brooch?”