Chapter ONE - Weebly

“You understand, sir, that I’m a thieftaker. I recover
stolen items for a fee and I deal with those who are
guilty of thievery. But I don’t track down murderers.”
A wry smile touched the stranger’s face. “O’ course
ya don’t, Mister Kaille. There’s no profit in it.”
Ethan bristled. “That’s not—”
“I mean no offense. Ya have a trade. Ya have t’
make a livin’. I understand. As i’ happens, Mister
Berson has need o’ yar talents as a thieftaker. His
daughter had on a brooch when she was killed. It was
taken. Th’ family wants it back.” He pulled a small
pouch from the pocket of his coat and placed it on the
table. Ethan heard the muffled clink of coins. “Tha’s ten
pounds. More will come t’ ya when ya find that
brooch.”
Ethan’s eyes strayed to the pouch. “And if I happen
to find Jennifer’s killer while I’m recovering the
brooch…”
“Obviously, Mister Berson would be most pleased.”
Ten pounds. And more when he found the brooch.
Ethan had to admit that he was tempted. But only the
night before he had decided to keep out of sight for a