Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Yes,” Troutbeck called after him. “Is this about the
Berson murder?”
“I’ll tell you when I know.”
Then he was on the stairs, running down them so
quickly that he nearly fell. Emerging into the candlelit
corridor, Ethan saw the body lying on the same stone
table that had held Jennifer Berson’s body only days
before. Long, dark hair. A slight form.
Pell stood, the sword held loosely in his hand.
“Thank God you’ve come,” the minister said. “I
didn’t know how much longer I could hold them off.”
Ethan barely glanced at him, but walked quickly to
the table, his heart hammering. But when he was close
enough to see the girl’s features, he exhaled, realizing
that he had been holding his breath. Her coloring was
similar to Clara’s, but it wasn’t her. He braced his
hands on the stone table, closed his eyes for a moment,
and took a long, shuddering breath.
“You were afraid you knew her,” the young minister
said.
“Terrified is more like it.”
“Someone dear to you?”