Chapter ONE - Weebly

don’t you? You just don’t want to tell me.”
“I don’t know anything,” Ethan said, trying to keep
his voice even.
“Not for certain, you mean. But you have some
idea. It’s there in your eyes; I can hear it in your voice.
What is it you’re not telling me?”
Ethan didn’t answer, but he watched as the minister
worked it out for himself.
After a moment, Pell turned back to the corpse.
“She wasn’t stabbed or strangled,” he muttered. “She
wasn’t shot or poisoned or killed in any of the other,
more conventional ways. But she was murdered.” He
glanced at Ethan again, his brow furrowed in
concentration. And then it hit him. Ethan saw it happen.
He blinked, his eyes widening. Even in the faint
candlelight, Ethan saw the color drain from Mr. Pell’s
cheeks.
“Oh,” the minister said. And then again, “Oh.”
“You understand?” Ethan asked gently.
“I believe I do,” Pell whispered.
“Then you understand why I need you to go.”
He squared his shoulders. “What if…?” The young