Chapter ONE - Weebly

wood with such fury that Ethan half expected her to
take off the finish.
“She died last night,” Ethan said. “Berson’s man
made it sound like she was killed by the same mob that
destroyed Hutchinson’s house.”
She frowned, but she didn’t look at him. “You don’t
believe that any more than I do,” she said quietly. “The
men who wrecked those houses might be fools, but
they’re not murderers.”
“Not all of them. But one of them might be.”
Kannice cast a hard look his way, but continued to
clean the bar.
“I have to go,” he told her at last.
She nodded, a strand of hair falling over her
forehead. He started to reach out to brush it away, then
stopped himself.
“Will you be back here tonight?” she asked, pushing
the strand away herself.
“I don’t know. Probably not.”
Her frown deepened.
“Anyway,” he went on. “It’ll probably be a late
night.”