Chapter ONE - Weebly

“You’re Missus Brower’s brother?” The minister
leaned forward, scrutinizing Ethan’s face. “Yes, I
suppose I do see some resemblance. What about her?”
“Has she mentioned me to you?”
“No, why would she?”
It was a fair question, though perhaps not as Pell
meant it. Bett was too protective of her status in Boston
society to risk calling attention to her rogue of a brother,
who also happened to be a conjurer. Thinking about it,
Ethan realized that he should have been surprised that
she had spoken of him even to dear Geoffrey.
“No reason in particular,” Ethan said at last. “I
merely mention her to make you understand that you
have no reason to distrust me. If you can simply get me
some wine, I would be grateful. I’ll stay with poor Miss
Berson—she won’t be alone for even a second.”
Pell said nothing, but he continued to eye Ethan, a
thoughtful expression on his face.
“That’s not what you were going to say,” the man
said at last. “Is it?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Pell stared at him. “You do know what killed her,