Chapter ONE - Weebly

name poor Daniel Folter as Jennifer’s killer. But she
caught herself in time, smiling once more and inclining
her head. “I would like to know how you answered the
man,” she said eventually.
“I told him I didn’t know, that I heard a name
mentioned in connection with the crime, but that I
couldn’t say for certain that this individual was her
killer.”
She frowned. “And he was satisfied by that?”
“Satisfied? No. But I told him that I had done what I
could.”
Sephira’s brow remained creased, and she
continued to stare at him so intently one might have
supposed that she had the power to read his thoughts.
“I don’t believe you,” she said after some time.
Ethan reached for his wine and took a sip, his hand
as steady as an offshore wind. “What don’t you
believe?”
“Any of this. Any of what you’ve said.” She shook
her head, a small, disbelieving laugh escaping her. “Here
I thought I might learn something of value from you, and
you’ve been lying to me the whole time!”