Chapter ONE - Weebly

to those he worked for. Everything he did was intended
to drive the two of you apart, to break the bonds
between Mackintosh’s followers and the Sons of
Liberty.”
Mackintosh stared down at Darrow’s body, murder
in his eyes. “You said there were four who died. Who
was th’ last?”
Ethan considered this briefly. What was it Darrow
had told him? No one died that day who wasn’t
going to die anyway. He thought back to his
conversation with Holin about the Richardson hanging
—about how one of them had kicked violently when
the other merely went limp.
“Ann Richardson,” he said.
Mackintosh frowned. “But—”
“She was to be executed anyway, I know. But he
used her death to keep you and Swift, your North End
rival, from declaring a truce. He needed the fighting to
go on a while longer so that he could win you over on
Pope’s Day.”
The cordwainer shook his head and glowered down
at Darrow. “Bastard. He made me int’ a puppet. A