Chapter ONE - Weebly

dark hair. A powdered wig sat on the stone floor
beside the chair on which he had been sitting, but Ethan
couldn’t help thinking that with a face as youthful as his,
Pell would have looked odd wearing it.
“Mister Caner might have mentioned something
about expecting a visitor,” the young minister said,
taking some care in the choice of his words. “But I wish
to hear an answer from you.”
Ethan resumed his examination of the girl, bending
closer to get a better view of her face. Let the man play
his games. Ethan had work to do. “My name is Ethan
Kaille,” he said as he searched her head and neck for
wounds. “Abner Berson has asked that I look into the
death of his daughter and the theft of an item she was
carrying when she died.”
“And you’re a thieftaker?”
“Aye.”
“Do thieftakers often investigate murders?”
“Are you interested in hiring me?” Ethan asked. “Or
are you making conversation?”
The minister shrugged, looking sheepish. “I was
merely curious,” he said quietly.