Chapter ONE - Weebly

had no doubt that they could convince the Crown
authorities that he was responsible. He had led the mob,
controlled it even. He admitted as much, and that might
well be enough for a court, particularly if they could also
blame Daniel. But Ethan wasn’t interested in holding
Mackintosh responsible. He wanted to know who had
actually killed Jennifer Berson. And he sensed that
Mackintosh was right: There was no way to know this
for certain, short of speaking to every person who had
been in that crowd.
“Can I see your forearms, Mister Mackintosh?”
The other man regarded him as if he was mad.
“Wha’?”
“Please,” Ethan said. He could hear the weariness in
his own voice. “Humor me. I need to see your
forearms.”
Mackintosh looked to Darrow, who hesitated but
then nodded. The cordwainer pushed up his sleeves
and held out his arms for Ethan to see. There was a
single long scar on one of them, which might have come
from a knife fight. But otherwise, unlike Ethan’s own
arms, which were scored with a lattice of scars old and