Chapter ONE - Weebly

The look in Darrow’s eyes had hardened. “The
obvious. Your sister is married to a customs official, a
friend of Andrew Oliver no less.”
“Geoffrey Brower? I barely speak to the man, much
less consult with him during my inquiries.”
“Nevertheless, Mister Kaille,” Adams said, drawing
Ethan’s gaze once more. “We know that you served in
the British navy, and that your family is firmly tied to the
Crown.”
“What else do you think you know about me?”
Ethan asked. He tried to sound indifferent, but he
wondered if they knew how he came to be working for
Berson.
“That you were a prisoner for many years. That
you’re a thieftaker.” Adams paused, glancing at Otis
and Darrow. “And that thus far, your inquiry has taken
you to those who wish my colleagues and me ill.”
Ethan looked at each man. “Well,” he said, “if
you’re willing to cast your lot with men like Ebenezer
Mackintosh, you shouldn’t be surprised to find others
treating you like rabble.”
“You go too far, sir!” Otis said. “We have no more