Chapter ONE - Weebly

nose was crooked and his hair hung to his shoulders in
brown waves. Ethan wouldn’t have called him
conventionally handsome—not like Darrow, with his
square chin and almond-shaped eyes. But there was, he
was forced to admit, something compelling about the
man. Mackintosh had uttered not a word, and already
Ethan could see why people were drawn to him.
“Nice t’ meet you, Mister Kaille. You a friend o’
Mister Darrow?”
“Not really, no.”
Mackintosh’s face fell, puzzlement furrowing his
brow. Already people on the street had recognized the
cordwainer and were crowding around them, hoping to
shake the hand of the Commander of the South End
and congratulate him on his release from prison.
Mackintosh turned to Darrow, perhaps hoping that
the lawyer would steer him away from Ethan. But
Darrow didn’t move. He was watching Ethan, wearing
that same bland expression.
“I need to speak with you, Mister Mackintosh,”
Ethan said. “And I’m afraid it can’t wait.”
The man glanced at Darrow again. “Well, I don’