Chapter ONE - Weebly

ack to King’s Chapel, their collars raised against the
rain.
“Where will you go next?” Pell asked after a lengthy
silence.
“Why? Are you planning to follow me around the
city with the sheriff or men of the watch?”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
Actually, Ethan reflected, it wasn’t.
“I’m going to the Dowsing Rod,” Ethan said. “And
then home, I would imagine. I’ve had a long day.
Another one.”
Pell said nothing for several moments. “Why were
you asking about the Richardsons?” he finally asked.
“Something a friend told me, about feeling a spell
that day.” He raised his shoulders, then immediately
winced at the pain. “I’ve wondered if this conjurer
might be responsible for a third killing, in addition to
Jennifer Berson, and the Brown boy on Pope’s Day.”
They had reached King’s Chapel, and they stopped
in front of it. Pell wore a thoughtful look, his brow
creased, his hair wet with rain. “I was at the hanging,”
he said, his voice low.