Chapter ONE - Weebly

man paused and took a slow breath. “What if I won’t
let you do this? What if I call for Mister Troutbeck right
now?”
“And tell him what?” Ethan asked.
“That … that you’re … that you’re a witch.”
“You could do that,” Ethan said. “You could make
your accusations. I’ve done nothing that you could point
to as evidence to support your claim. But still, he might
believe you. He might have me arrested and burned or
hanged. Is that what you wish to see them do to me?”
Pell looked away. “Of course not.”
“A young woman is dead. I believe she died at the
hands of a conjurer. I understand that the mere mention
of the so-called dark arts is enough to make some who
wear those robes fall into a panic, but her family has
hired me to learn the truth. And I believe that even
Mister Troutbeck would want to see her killer
punished.”
The minister glanced at the woman’s corpse. “What
is it you want to do to her?”
“I want to find out what kind of spell killed her, and,
if possible, who cast it.”