Chapter ONE - Weebly

daughter was killed by a petty thief named Daniel
Folter, who allegedly was part of the mob.”
The minister frowned. “Folter,” he repeated. “Why
is that name so familiar?”
Could he really be this fortunate? “Is it possible,”
Ethan asked, “that you know his name because his
body is lying in your crypt right now?”
“Yes!” Pell said. “I mean, no, he’s not there. But
that is how I know about him. He was brought here
earlier this evening. Mister Troutbeck had me send the
men who carried him to another church.”
“Do you know which one?”
Pell shook his head. “No. But I can tell you there’s
no doubt as to how he died. He had been beaten and
then stabbed several times. He looked a mess.”
Of course. Sephira and her men had killed Folter;
the conjurer was merely using his death to mask his
own crimes.
“You don’t believe Folter killed Jennifer Berson?”
Pell asked.
“I know he didn’t. He wasn’t a conjurer. But now I
can’t prove it to anyone else, not even her father.”