Chapter ONE - Weebly

acked away, his eyes growing wide.
“Who are you?”
“It’s Ethan Kaille, Mister Troutbeck,” he said, still
breathing hard. “I’m sorry to have startled you.”
“Mister Kaille,” the minister said, the fear in his
voice giving way to petulance. “What could you
possibly want at this hour?”
“I need to speak with Mister Pell. Is he inside?”
Troutbeck’s brow knitted, and for a moment Ethan
thought the man would send him away. But then he
walked back into the church, muttering “This way” as
he went.
Ethan limped after him.
Candles placed at regular intervals illuminated the
sanctuary, and several more had been lit on a sconce
beside the altar, giving the interior of the chapel a
welcoming glow much at odds with Troutbeck’s
demeanor. Ethan hadn’t made it far into the church
before the minister halted, forcing him to stop as well.
“Wait here. I’ll summon him.”
Ethan nodded, and as the curate hurried back
toward the vestry, Ethan lowered himself gingerly onto