Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Pell would agree with you.”
“I’m sure.” The doctor examined his shoulder again,
then straightened once more, shaking his head. “Well,
Mister Kaille, I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do for
you. Your bruises will heal on their own. The bullet
wound should as well. If it becomes fevered or if there
is discharge of any sort, come back and see me.”
“I will, Doctor. Thank you.”
Church crossed to the door. “Get dressed. I’ll be
with Mister Pell.”
The doctor left him and Ethan pulled his clothes
back on with care, inhaling sharply through his teeth
whenever he moved his shoulder too quickly or twisted
his torso too suddenly. When at last he was dressed
again, he joined Pell and Church in the sitting room.
Pell turned at the sound of Ethan’s approach. The
minister looked relieved to see him. “Doctor Church
was just asking me what you’ve been doing that would
lead to so many injuries. I didn’t know what to tell him.”
“It’s all right,” Ethan told the minister. To Church he
said, “I’m looking into the death of Jennifer Berson.”
The doctor’s expression sobered. “I see. Forgive