Chapter ONE - Weebly

“In my church? How dare you!”
“He had no choice, Mister Caner,” Pell said. “I gave
him leave to do it.”
“You had no right, Trevor! And your decision might
well get you dismissed from this church, perhaps from
the ministry!”
“It’s not Mister Pell’s fault,” Ethan said. “I would
have cast the spell even if he had demanded that I
leave. To be honest with you, Mister Caner, the sanctity
of your church was the least of my concerns. And it
should be the least of yours, too.”
“Meaning what?”
Ethan pointed at the stone table. “She was
murdered by a conjurer, the same man who killed
Jennifer Berson and quite possibly two other people.”
“That doesn’t excuse what you’ve done here. One
act of evil can’t justify another.”
“Evil?” Ethan repeated.
“I warned you when last we spoke that I wouldn’t
continue to tolerate your … black arts. I ought to give
you over to the sheriff. In actuality this time.”
“I won’t let you do that, Mister Caner.”