Chapter ONE - Weebly

He sounded too sure of himself. Ethan felt uneasy.
He slowed, then halted. “Where are we going? What is
this all about?”
Nigel didn’t stop. “Jus’ a bit farther.”
Ethan began to follow again, his grip on his knife
tightening. He said nothing more to the man, and Nigel
seemed content to walk in silence. Eventually they
reached the North Battery and turned onto Battery
Alley. They hadn’t gone far on the narrow lane when
Nigel stopped.
Ethan looked around warily. “What are we doing
here?”
“Miss Pryce had one more message for ya,” Nigel
said. He paused, his brow creasing. “It went like this:
Ya owe me a word o’ thanks for cleanin’ up yar mess.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Yar mess, Kaille. Daniel Folter.”
Ethan felt the blood drain from his face. “What
about him?”
“Miss Pryce is sure it was an oversight. Ya were
supposed t’ hand him over t’ th’ sheriff, or failin’ that,
take care o’ him yarself. But ya didn’. Th’ people o’