Chapter ONE - Weebly

“You needed … you needed her … her corpse,
didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Ethan said, his voice low.
“Damn. I didn’t consider that. I just … the thought
of her lying there in the crypt … My wife couldn’t take
it anymore. The customary four days just felt like too
long a time.”
“I understand, sir.”
“You’re kind, Mister Kaille. But I’ve made this
harder for you. So, what can I do to make up for it?”
“You can refrain from telling anyone what I’m
doing,” Ethan said. “If someone asks, even a member
of your household, tell them you’re satisfied that I’ve
learned everything I can about Jennifer’s murder, that
Daniel Folter is responsible for her death, and that as
far as you’re concerned the matter is closed.”
“Even people within my home?” Berson asked.
“Surely my wife—”
Ethan raised a hand. “Please, sir. I’m not going to lie
to you. I fear this conjurer, not least because I don’t
know who he is. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t knowingly
do anything to jeopardize the inquiry or my life. But I