Chapter ONE - Weebly

could spend a few days with Kannice.
He was headed to the Dowsing Rod now. She
would want to know that he had found Folter and
managed to avoid getting himself killed in the process.
Ethan strode through the heart of the South End,
passing by the brick edifice of the Third Church, its
steeple looming dark and tall against the moonlit sky.
The smell of smoke grew stronger as he walked, and he
could hear shouts coming from different parts of the city
—the area just north of Cornhill as well as the North
End. He wondered if there were two mobs loose in the
streets, or if there might be even more. As he neared
the First Church and the Town House, he saw the glow
of the fire he had been smelling.
He slowed. Ezra Corbett wasn’t the only client who
might look askance at Ethan’s involvement in any
mischief, and Ethan had no interest in attracting the
notice of officials of the Crown. He had already
endured enough British justice to last a lifetime.
A sound behind him made him spin; his knife was in
his hand almost before he realized that he had reached
for it. Two shadows emerged from behind a dark house