Chapter ONE - Weebly

think they would be fine.”
“But if this … this conjurer—”
“It would be harder to attack two.” He hesitated, his
mind going back over what he knew of Jennifer Berson,
and what Pell had told him about the Brown boy. Two
victims, both alone, but in the vicinity of large crowds.
“He wants his victims isolated,” Ethan said. “It’s easier
that way.” He couldn’t say how the insight came to him,
but as soon as he spoke the words he knew it was true.
“All right,” Elli said. “I’ll make sure he goes down
there with Rory.”
“And comes back with him, too. Dusk is the more
dangerous time.”
“Of course.” She still sounded frightened, but her
cheeks had regained some of their color.
They stood in silence for a moment or two, until
Ethan looked away, smiling self-consciously. “Your
pudding is getting cold.”
“Probably.” She started to say something, stopped,
biting her lip. “Clara is right,” she told him at last.
“There is plenty.”
“Thank you,” Ethan said. “But I think I should go.