Chapter ONE - Weebly

their first encounter.
The girl marked his approach, a mischievous smile
on her grimy face. “You came,” she said, when he was
within a few paces of her. “That was smart, Kaille.” She
gazed at the ghost beside him, looking him up and down
for a moment before dismissing him with a flip of her
hair. “He won’t be of much use to you.”
Uncle Reg bared his teeth at the girl, like a feral dog,
but she didn’t spare him another glance.
Ethan looked around, though he didn’t expect the
conjurer to allow himself to be seen.
“We’re quite alone,” the girl told him.
“I’ll have to take your word on that.”
“It’s better this way, you know. You’ll get the
brooch, you’ll get your money, and no one else will be
harmed.”
“I’m not sure that’s true,” he told her, still glancing
up and down the street. The conjurer had to be
watching them; perhaps if he could figure out his or her
vantage point … “Abner Berson wants to see someone
punished for his daughter’s murder. He shouldn’t be
denied that comfort.”