Chapter ONE - Weebly

him.
Once the sound of Troutbeck’s footsteps had
faded, Ethan approached the stone table. Mr. Pell did
the same.
Pell was young and slight; despite his black robes
and cravat, he looked more like an altar boy than a
minister.
“Did the men of the watch tell you where she was
found?” Ethan asked, as he stared down at Jennifer
Berson’s face. She had been an attractive girl, with a
wide, sensuous mouth, large, widely spaced eyes, and a
straight, fine nose.
“They said she was found on Cross Street. But
that’s all.”
“And what time was this?” Ethan asked absently, his
gaze still on the girl.
“Forgive me,” the minister said. “Who are you, and
what are you doing here?”
Ethan looked up at that. “Mister Caner didn’t tell
you?”
Pell regarded him placidly. Even in the dim light
Ethan could see that his eyes were pale. He had straight