Chapter ONE - Weebly

it had been. Still leaning close to him, Darrow
whispered. “I needed the boy in November for the
same reason I needed the girl this morning. As to the
other…” He opened his hands. “Adams already told
you: Mackintosh and his counterpart in the North End
were speaking of a truce, of ending their Pope’s Day
feud in order to strengthen the non-importation
agreements against the Grenville Acts. We couldn’t
have that.” Darrow smiled. “And as it happens, no one
died that day who wasn’t going to die anyway.” He
stepped back. “And now, I really must go greet
Ebenezer. But don’t worry, we’ll be back shortly.”
He checked Ethan one last time. Then he walked
away, his shoes scraping on cobblestone as his form
was swallowed by the night.
As soon as Ethan could no longer hear Darrow’s
footsteps, he turned his attention to escaping, or at least
finding a way to draw blood. Biting his tongue or cheek
would have been ideal, since Darrow wouldn’t have
noticed that he bled. But the lawyer had made that
impossible when he retied the gag so tightly.
The bark of the tree—an elm from the look of it—