Chapter ONE - Weebly

The stranger looked genuinely surprised. “Ya will?”
“Aye. I’ll need a description of the brooch and
some information about Mister Berson’s daughter—
where she was killed, and exactly when; where she had
been, and where she was going. If possible I’d like to
see her corpse.”
He had expected that this would trouble the man,
but the stranger merely nodded, as if he had expected
Ethan to request as much. What did it say about the
streets of Boston that a merchant’s man should be more
disturbed by the mention of Sephira Pryce than by the
dead body of his employer’s daughter?
“She’s a’ King’s Chapel,” the man said, “downstairs
in th’ crypt.”
“The crypt? She’s already been buried?”
“No. Tha’s where her body was taken. She’s t’ be
buried on th’ grounds there.”
Naturally. The King’s Chapel Burying Ground was
the oldest cemetery in Boston, and the only one a man
like Abner Berson would have deemed appropriate for
the interment of his child.
“Mister Caner, the rector there, knows yah’re