Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Answer the question.”
“I found the brooch, which is what I was hired to
do. And I was paid for my trouble. You may not think
much of my business sense, but I know better than to
work for free.”
She laughed, low in her throat. “Very good, Ethan. I
didn’t know if you were smart enough to do the right
thing. I suppose, I underestimated you.”
His shrug was meant to reveal little. “Now will you
answer a question for me?”
She picked up her cup and drank a bit of wine, her
eyes never leaving his. “Perhaps,” she said, replacing
the goblet.
“Who first told you that I was working for Berson?”
“As I’ve explained to you before, Ethan, very little
happens in this city without my knowledge.”
“But you knew everything, and quickly. You knew I
had been hired, you knew why, and somehow you even
knew when I had been to King’s Chapel and when I
intended to meet with Berson himself. I’m wondering
how you learned all of this.”
“I have sources,” she said coyly, enjoying herself