Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan hesitated, then took a seat. The stranger
seated himself across from him.
“Who is it you represent?”
“Have ya heard of Abner Berson?”
Who hasn’t? Ethan wanted to ask. Berson had
made a fortune importing and selling hardware and
firearms from England. He owned a wharf and
warehouses in the North End off Ship Street, and was
one of the richest men in Massachusetts. “Everyone’s
heard of Mister Berson.”
“I suppose. Ya wouldna heard that his daughter was
killed last night, in th’ middle of all that unpleasantness.”
“I’m sorry to hear it,” Ethan said, his eyes flicking in
Kannice’s direction. She was wiping the bar with a
cloth, but he could tell she was listening. “I hope you’ll
convey my condolences to Mister Berson and his wife.”
The man accepted his words with a nod.
“They had two daughters, didn’t they?”
“Aye. This was th’ older one. Jennifer.”
Ethan knew why the man had come, and though he
sympathized with the merchant and his family, he
needed to make it clear that he couldn’t help them.