Chapter ONE - Weebly

usiness with the merchant?
He watched as his friend strode past him, and then
he set out after him, moving with as much stealth as
possible. When Diver reached Derne’s warehouse, he
slowed. But then he squared his shoulders, took a
breath, and approached the building’s entrance. The
men there stopped him and said something Ethan
couldn’t hear. Ethan thought for certain that they would
keep Diver out. He was dressed in his usual work
clothes and he looked far more like a South End tough
than he did a merchant.
After a brief discussion, though, Derne’s men let him
pass, and Diver entered the warehouse.
Ethan was so overcome with curiosity that he
started forward to follow his friend inside. What
business could Diver—Diver!—have with one of the
most influential merchants in Boston? It actually took his
glowing ghost throwing out a hand in front of him to
keep Ethan from giving himself away.
“Right,” he whispered. “My thanks.”
Moments later, his interest in Diver’s affairs took on
a far darker urgency. His friend emerged onto the wharf