Chapter ONE - Weebly

daughter’s brooch and putting this matter to rest. Best
of luck to you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ethan said, gripping the
merchant’s proffered hand.
Berson winked at him and said in a low voice. “May
the Lord keep you safe, Mister Kaille. I’ll look forward
to our next conversation.”
Ethan nodded and left the house, thinking that for all
the complaining he heard in the Dowser about wealthy
men and their ways, Abner Berson struck him as no
less kind or honorable than anyone living in one of
Boston’s more modest quarters.
Reaching the end of the broad stone path in front of
Berson’s house, Ethan stepped out into Beacon Street,
and immediately found himself face-to-face with Nigel,
who looked as wet and bedraggled as an overlarge
hound. Ethan took a step back, intending to run, but
then thought better of it. If there was one of them, there
were probably five. Ethan had no doubt that Sephira’s
toughs had him trapped. Instead, he pulled out his blade
and pushed up the sleeve of his coat.
“No need for that,” Nigel said in a low drawl. “She