Chapter ONE - Weebly

Here is a man I could work with, a partner perhaps.
You and I have a lot in common. Not just conjuring.
Like you, I was born in England and served in the
British navy. And like you, I find Adams and Otis and
the rest of their ilk worthy of contempt.”
He shook his head. “But you refused to accept that
Mackintosh was responsible for Jennifer Berson’s
death. And somehow you fixed on Derne as her killer.
We couldn’t have that.”
Darrow started to say more, but then stopped,
staring intently into the darkness, like a hawk when he
spots his next meal. Ethan gazed in the same direction
and strained his ears, but he neither saw nor heard
anything. It occurred to him that even now, while
speaking to Ethan, Darrow might be using Anna as a
lookout.
“He’s coming,” Darrow said crisply, facing Ethan
again. “Finally.” He grinned. “Not much longer now.”
He threw another log onto the fire.
“Whoh?” Ethan asked through the cloth in his
mouth.
The lawyer raised an eyebrow with obvious