Chapter ONE - Weebly

Many people, Ethan knew, shared this view of the
Richardsons. He himself did.
Pell was watching him. “There’s no doubt as to how
they died, Ethan.”
“No, of course not.” Ethan started to say more, but
then stopped himself. “Doctor, we’ve taken up enough
of your time. What do I owe you?”
The doctor shook his head. “Nothing. Which is
about what I did for you.”
“We’ve intruded upon your evening, bothered you
at your home—”
“Thank you, Mister Kaille. Perhaps, in the future, if I
have need of a thieftaker, you’ll do a favor for me.”
“It would be my honor, sir,” Ethan said.
Church walked them to the door. “You know, if
you’re looking for someone who might have had
something to do with Jennifer Berson’s death—”
“Let me guess,” Ethan said. “Ebenezer
Mackintosh.”
“You know of him.”
“How could I not? Every person I meet wants to
blame him for the girl’s murder. It may be the only point