Chapter ONE - Weebly

heard a rumor that Jennifer Berson had been buried. I
was hoping I would find it wasn’t true.”
Caner’s brow furrowed. “Why?”
“Because now I can’t prove that she was killed by a
conjuring, and the wrong man is going to be blamed for
her murder.”
The rector raised a hand to his mouth. “He’s to be
hanged?”
Ethan shook his head. “He’s dead already.”
Caner’s forehead wrinkled again with puzzlement,
but Ethan didn’t bother to explain. He turned and
hobbled away, leaving the minister to ponder what he
had said.
This late in the evening, the streets of Boston were
largely deserted. Ethan did cross paths with a man of
the watch who called out the time and eyed Ethan
warily as he walked past. But other than this fellow, and
a few men far gone with drink, he saw no one.
When at last he entered the Dowser, he found it
practically empty. Diver sat alone in the far corner, a
cup of ale resting on the table in front of him. His nose
was swollen and discolored, and his eyes were ringed