Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I understand,” Ethan said. “I’m going to uncover
her. I want to see if I can learn something of how she
died. All right?”
Pell nodded.
Ethan pulled back the sheet to reveal the girl’s body.
She was dressed in a pale silk gown—a soft shade of
yellow, although it was hard to tell in the dim light. Her
petticoats were darker—perhaps green—and she wore
a stomacher of white silk. Ethan bent closer, examining
the exposed skin of her shoulders and chest, searching
for any marks that might explain her death.
“Bring me that sconce,” Ethan said, gesturing
vaguely at an iron tree in the far corner of the chamber.
Pell retrieved it and brought it to Ethan, setting it
beside him so that the glow of the candles illuminated
the girl.
Even in the better light, Ethan saw no stab wounds,
no dried blood, no obvious bruises. He searched her
limbs, checked her clothing for rents or cuts in the
fabric. At last he rolled her onto her side to examine her
back. Nothing.
He wasn’t surprised; this was why Berson had