Chapter ONE - Weebly

“You say it went well with Corbett?” she asked.
“It did. I found all that his wife had lost. He was
pleased.”
“And the thief?”
Ethan exhaled and made a sour face. “Daniel
Folter.”
Kannice rolled her eyes. “Another fool.”
“Aye,” Ethan said, conceding the point as far as
Diver was concerned.
“You let him go?”
“Of course.” He started to tell her that doing so
might well prove to have been a mistake, but thought
better of it. That would have carried the conversation
back around to Diver, and Ethan didn’t want that.
“Why is it that you’re so forgiving of fools?” she
asked him.
“Maybe I see enough of my younger self in them to
think they’re not beyond hope.”
She shook her head, the corners of her mouth
quirking upward again. Then she stood, moved to stand
behind his chair, and began to knead the muscles in his
neck, her small fingers deft and strong. He closed his