Chapter ONE - Weebly

paused to watch Ethan and his son, an expression of
deepest disapproval on his broad face. No doubt he
believed Ethan had committed an inexcusable breach of
decorum by coming here. Deblois merely seemed
annoyed at having his business dealings interrupted.
“This isn’t the best time for me, Mister Kaille,” the
younger Derne said, facing Ethan again. “If you could
come by my home later, some time this evening perhaps
—”
“No, sir. I’d like a word with you now.”
“Now, see here, Kaille,” the elder Derne said. “This
is a place of commerce. My son is occupied with—”
“A girl is dead, sir!” Ethan said, raising his voice
enough to draw stares from the closest of the workmen
in the warehouse. Deblois frowned, but he directed his
gaze at Fergus Derne rather than at Ethan. “A girl your
son loved and intended to marry,” Ethan went on,
lowering his voice slightly. “Surely you weren’t about to
tell me that whatever business you’re conducting is
more important than finding her killer.”
So much for keeping secret the fact that he was still
looking into Jennifer’s murder. But Sephira already