Chapter ONE - Weebly

“And I believe it’s possible that his gifts come not from
Satan, but from our Lord God.”
The rector gaped at him, his small mouth hanging
open.
“We can discuss theology later,” Ethan said. “For
now, I need to know as much about this girl as you can
tell me.”
Caner continued to stare at Pell, his expression
more sad than angry, his heavy-lidded eyes making him
look weary.
“Mister Caner?” Ethan said.
“There’s not much to tell,” the rector said, still
eyeing the young minister. “She was found near the
wharves in the South End, by a man and woman who
were…” He paused, shook his head. “Well, in any
case, they found her and sought out a member of the
watch. The girl’s mother is a widow, and they have little
money. I fear the girl was working in the streets, if you
follow.”
Ethan winced. She was too young to have been
leading such a hard life.
“You say there have been four murders?” Caner