Chapter ONE - Weebly

“No.”
“Perhaps she wasn’t murdered after all.”
“Perhaps,” Ethan said absently, still regarding the
body. “Mister Pell, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind
getting me a cup of water?”
“What?”
“Some water. Or better yet, wine. Like you, I’m …
I’m troubled by the sight of this poor girl. I need
something to drink.”
“You’re lying to me,” Pell said, sounding young and
just a bit frightened.
“I assure you—”
“You’re lying,” he said again. “And I want to know
why.”
Ethan smiled faintly. “No, you don’t.”
“What do you mean I don’t?” Pell said, frowning
deeply. “Of course I do.”
“Do you know my sister, Mister Pell?” Ethan asked.
“She’s a member of the congregation.”
“Your sister?”
“You would know her as Bett Brower, the wife of
Geoffrey Brower.”