Chapter ONE - Weebly

seemed agitated. Ethan expected the man to order him
off the premises, but Troutbeck acted genuinely relieved
to see him.
“Mister Kaille! Thank goodness you’re here.”
“What’s happened?”
“It’s Trevor—I mean, Mister Pell. He’s in the crypt.
There was another body brought in, and he insisted on
showing you. The mother has come to claim the girl, but
he won’t let anyone take her. He merely says again and
again that you have to see the girl first.” Troutbeck
frowned and glanced back toward the stairs leading to
the crypt. When he spoke again, he had lowered his
voice. “He’s gone so far as to arm himself. He actually
has an old sword down there.”
Any other time, Ethan would have laughed at the
thought of Pell holding off Caner and Troutbeck with a
blade. But at the mention of this newest death, he had
been gripped by terror. A girl was dead. Her mother
had come. Had he saved Holin’s life the night before
only to lose Clara today?
“He’s waiting for me?” Ethan demanded, already
striding across the sanctuary toward the stairway.