Chapter ONE - Weebly

wouldn’t do for him to lose himself thinking about an
inquiry he claimed already to have concluded. “I’m sure
you do have sources, Sephira, and they must be the
envy of any thieftaker in Boston.”
If it turned out that Berson had spoken to Derne,
how would the young merchant have known that Ethan
was a conjurer? Unless Derne had gone to another
thieftaker first—Sephira, of course—and she had
steered him to Ethan when she realized that Jennifer
was killed by a conjuring. After speaking with Derne
two nights before, Ethan had assumed that the man
knew nothing of his abilities. Perhaps Cyrus Derne was
a better liar than Ethan had thought.
“Tell me,” she said. “Did Berson ask you who was
responsible for the murder of his daughter?” Her tone
remained light, but she watched him keenly.
“Of course he did.”
“And?” Her patience had started to wear thin.
“What did you tell him?”
“What should I have told him?”
She started to answer, and Ethan would have
wagered every coin in his pocket that she was going to