Chapter ONE - Weebly

notwithstanding, she hated him. The last time they met
she had threatened to kill him, and she might well follow
through on that threat the next time. Usually, the fact
that she wanted information from him was enough to
convince Ethan that he ought to keep to himself
whatever he knew. In this instance, however, he could
help himself by telling her the truth, or at least part of it.
“I gave him Jennifer’s brooch,” Ethan said at last.
“Her brooch?” Sephira repeated. “Really?”
“Yes, and he paid me.” Ethan patted his pocket,
making the few coins Berson had given him jingle.
“You’re not going to steal these from me, too, are
you?”
She raised an eyebrow and gestured vaguely at their
surroundings. “Do you really think I need to? I took
those other coins to make a point,” she went on before
he could respond.
“Right. Because the beating wouldn’t have been
enough.”
She ignored that. “So, you’re no longer working for
Berson?”
“Why? Do you have a job for me?”