Chapter ONE - Weebly

streets near Mackintosh’s mob. She had no business
being there, and I simply didn’t recognize her.” He
shrugged. “I realized who she was only after she was
dead and the spell was cast.”
“And that’s when you stole the brooch,” Ethan said.
“I needed to make her murder into something that
her family would understand. If there were questions, I
would have trouble. Make it about their riches, and they
would grieve, they would want their jewel back, but
they would blame the brutish rabble. It would be a
terrible loss, of course, but it would make sense in their
view of the world.” He opened his hands, as if the logic
of all he had done was beyond question. “And it would
fit perfectly with what I wanted to do. I just didn’t count
on you being so damned inquisitive.”
“What was the spell for?”
“What do you think?”
Ethan considered this, and as he did, he
remembered something Adams had told him in the
Green Dragon. “The attack on Hutchinson’s house,” he
said, meeting Darrow’s gaze. “The Sons of Liberty
approved of the rest of what Mackintosh did. They