Chapter ONE - Weebly

jus’ wants a word.”
“Right,” Ethan said. “If you don’t mind, I’ll keep my
blade out anyway.”
Nigel merely shrugged and started walking away.
“Follow me,” he said, not even bothering to look back.
Ethan hesitated, then followed. Gordon and Nap fell
in step beside him, seeming to materialize out of
nowhere. He heard footsteps trailing him as well.
“Do you all live together, too?” Ethan asked,
glancing at the two men walking with him.
Gordon glowered at him but said nothing. Nap
chuckled.
The toughs escorted him east and then south, past
King’s Chapel and the Old South Church toward the
more open lands around d’Acosta’s Pasture. At last,
they came to a large house on Summer Street that
stood only a short distance from the soaring wooden
steeple of the New South Church. This wasn’t
considered the most desirable place to live in Boston—
that would have been back where the Bersons had their
home. It wasn’t even the best street of the South End.
But it was a good neighborhood nevertheless, and far