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Ethan took her hand. She met his gaze, smiled.
    “You say it went well with Corbett?” she asked.
    “It did. I found all that his wife had lost. He was pleased.”
    “And the thief?”
    Ethan exhaled and made a sour face. “Daniel Folter.”
    Kannice rolled her eyes. “Another fool.”
    “Aye,” Ethan said, conceding the point as far as Diver was concerned.
    “You let him go?”
    “Of course.” He started to tell her that doing so might well prove to have been a mistake, but thought better of it. That would have carried the conversation back around to Diver, and Ethan didn’t want that.
    “Why is it that you’re so forgiving of fools?” she asked him.
    “Maybe I see enough of my younger self in them to think they’re not beyond hope.”
    She shook her head, the corners of her mouth quirking upward again. Then she stood, moved to stand behind his chair, and began to knead the muscles in his neck, her small fingers deft and strong. He closed his eyes and tipped his head forward.
    “Just because there’s hope for them doesn’t mean it’s your job to save them all,” she whispered.
    “Now you tell me.”
    She kissed the top of his head.
    “That feels good,” he said, as she continued to rub his neck.
    “It’s supposed to.”
    He smiled, but just as he did she moved her hands down and began to rub his shoulders. Ethan winced, sucking air through his teeth.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “I had to fight Daniel to get back those necklaces. My right shoulder’s sore.”
    She kissed the side of his neck. “That’s a shame. And your leg?”
    “It hurts, too.”
    The air around them was redolent of her perfume. “Poor baby. You’re probably too tired and sore to do anything but sleep.”
    He laughed. “I’m not sure I’d go that far,” he murmured.
    Kannice giggled. “I’m glad to hear it,” she said. She took his hand. “Let’s go then.”
    “Don’t you have to clean up?”
    She waved a hand vaguely toward the bar. “Kelf will get most of it. I let him leave early a few nights ago. He owes me.”
    Ethan grinned. “I’ve always liked Kelf.”
    She stopped. “Well, if that’s what you prefer…” She held his gaze for several moments, struggling to keep her expression neutral. Finally, she began to giggle again. “Come on,” she said, tugging on his hand.
    Before they reached the back stairs leading up to her chamber, the door to the Dowsing Rod swung open and several men rushed in.
    “Did ya hear?” one of them asked of no one in particular. “They’re sacking Hutchinson’s house!”
    Ethan and Kannice had stopped, and now Kannice took a step toward the men.
    “Who are?” she demanded.
    “Mackintosh an’ his boys,” the man said.
    And another added, “They got Story an’ Hallowell, too!”
    “Idiots!” Kannice said. She glanced at Ethan. “They can’t think any good will come of it.”
    He shrugged. She knew well enough what he thought of the agitators. After the attack on Oliver’s house, they had argued about it for two days. But he was thinking once more about that conjuring he had felt. Had there been spells at work in addition to whatever else stirred the mobs to attack?
    Regardless of the answer, Kannice was right: Attacking the homes of William Story and Benjamin Hallowell was one matter. Story, of the Admiralty Court, and Hallowell, the comptroller of the Customs House, were two of the most hated men in all of Boston. But Thomas Hutchinson was lieutenant governor and chief justice of the province. To be sure, he had enemies among those opposed to the Grenville Acts, but he was also one of the most respected leaders in the colony. If these men were right—if Hutchinson’s home had been attacked—it would anger not only the Crown, but many of those the leaders of these demonstrations hoped to draw to their cause.
    “Has anyone been hurt?” Kannice asked, sounding disgusted.
    “Not tha’ we know,” the first man said. “Hutchinson an’ his family have got