Chapter ONE - Weebly

that ran parallel to the waterfront. Ethan followed.
They walked a short distance in silence, before
Ethan asked, “What’s her interest in this? Do you even
know?”
“She has an interest in ev’rythin’ tha’ happens in this
city. Ya should know tha’ by now.”
Ethan glanced back to make sure none of the other
men had followed them. He saw no one.
“She wanted me t’ tell ya tha’ this is no time for ya t’
try an’ be some sorta hero. Ya should take th’ brooch
an’ be done. Ya’ve had a taste o’ workin’ for th’
Beacon Street crowd—th’ Abner Bersons an’ their
kind. Ya could make a lot o’ money. This is no time for
ya t’ do somethin’ stupid.”
“Yesterday she told me that I was never again to
work for the Abner Bersons of the world. Now she’s
trying to tempt me with their silver? Tell Sephira she
should make up her mind.”
They crossed Fish Street and entered another alley.
It seemed that they were headed toward the North
Battery.
“Where are we going, Yellow-hair?”