Chapter ONE - Weebly

once more, accompanied by none other than Cyrus
Derne. The two of them headed back toward the street
and several of Derne’s guards fell in behind them. They
walked this way for a short distance, but then Derne
halted and spoke to one of the men. Their conversation
lasted only a few seconds, and when Derne and Diver
started away again, none of the others followed.
Ethan trailed them, walking with some care, but
unwilling to risk losing sight of the pair. A few heads
turned at the sound of his footsteps, but of course no
one could see him. As they came to the end of the
wharf, Ethan spotted Derne’s chaise, and he had to bite
his tongue to keep from cursing aloud. If they traveled
somewhere by carriage, he would have little chance of
keeping up.
But Derne and Diver turned northward onto Ship
Street and walked past the chaise. Relieved, Ethan
followed. Now that they were back on paved lanes, he
could get closer to them. But though he thought he was
near enough to hear anything the two men said, they
exchanged no words. Ethan had the distinct impression
that Derne barely tolerated Diver’s company.