Chapter ONE - Weebly

The merchant finished counting out the money and
returned the coin purse to his pocket. “I intend to tell
my friend that he was wrong about you,” he said.
I don’t give a damn, Ethan wanted to say. Instead,
he thanked him once more.
“Here you are,” Corbett said, handing Ethan the
stack of coins. “Well earned, Mister Kaille. I hope that
I won’t require your services again, but should I have
further need of a thieftaker, I’ll be certain to call on
you.”
“Thank you, sir. For your sake, and that of your
family, I hope that won’t be necessary.”
Corbett smiled and led him back to the front door.
“My wife will be most pleased,” he said, pulling the
door open.
“I hope so, sir.”
The smell of smoke had grown stronger. Corbett
wrinkled his nose and frowned. “More trouble,” he said
sourly. “I don’t hold with lawlessness, Mister Kaille.
And I don’t choose to associate with those who do. Do
you take my meaning?”
Ethan was about to answer, but in that moment he