Hidden (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 2) by Samantha Price
Authors: Samantha Price
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feel they have no place here.”
“Maybe. Wil said they hadn’t visited Frank for some years,” Bailey said.
“ Jah , that’s what I heard.” After a small silence, Silvie said, “I’ll see you at Wil’s haus then.” Silvie turned and walked away. She could feel Bailey’s eyes on her as she walked. She dare not turn around.
* * *
There were some hundred folk gathered at Wil’s haus. Emma kept herself busy in the kitchen in an effort to avoid Wil. When the people had nearly all gone home, Maureen, Silvie and Emma stayed back to clean up afterwards.
Emma looked out the kitchen window and saw that Wil was outside saying goodbye to some people. She took her opportunity. “We’ve nearly finished. Do you two mind if I leave you to finish off?”
Both girls looked at her as though they wondered what she was up to. Any other time she would have wanted to stay back to have more time with Wil. She did not want to share with them that she’d had a little tiff with him. “I’ve got some things I need to take care of at home,” she explained.
“Of course, go,” Maureen said.
Emma wrapped a portion of left over meat for Growler and slipped out the back door and hurried home.
As she opened her front door, Growler was sitting there as if he was waiting for her. “Hello, I brought you some meat.”
Growler meowed and walked toward her.
“Over to your saucer, then.” The cat followed Emma to the saucer at the back door. Growler appreciated the meat. Emma smiled as she watched him eat it. Even though she did not like cats she was beginning to see why some people did. It was nice to come home and have someone waiting for you even if it was a cat who ignored her most of the time.
Emma filled up the kettle and placed it on the stove. A nice cup of meadow tea would be just what she needed. As she rinsed out the cup in the sink, she remembered that day at Frank’s haus when she found him; there were two cups in the sink. Why would he need two cups? He must have had a visitor there that day and it must have been someone that he knew. If someone had come to steal from him, he would not sit down and have a cup of tea with him.
Finished with his meat, Growler jumped on the chair next to her and looked at her. “You know something don’t you, Growler. What did you see that day? If only you could speak.”
* * *
The very next day Emma knocked on Detective Crowley’s door.
Detective Crowley stood up behind his desk. “Mrs. Kurtzler, what brings you here this fine day?”
“Hello, detective, it’s about Frank.”
He pointed to the chair opposite his desk and sat down. “Have a seat.”
As soon as Emma sat down, she said, “I just thought I’d mention that there were two cups in the sink at Frank’s haus .”
“Yes, I noticed that. We had those cups tested and that’s where we found the poison.”
“So, he was poisoned?”
“Yes. Why are you only just telling me about the two cups now?”
Emma’s heart started to race. The detective always made her feel as though she were guilty. “I only just remembered, only just this very morning.”
“Have you been withholding any other information, Mrs. Kurtzler?”
Emma knew quite a bit, but thought she’d keep quiet about Bob being there the very day of the murder. She was sure that Bob was no murderer. Bob was a little odd, but not a murderer. “Frank had ongoing disagreements with his neighbor, Thomas something or other. His last name escapes me for the moment.”
“Yes, Thomas Graber; he’s known to the police.”
Emma tilted her head slightly to the side. “He is?”
Detective Crowley nodded. “Let’s just say we’ve had dealings with him over other matters. What else have you found out?”
Emma was surprised that the Amish mann, Thomas Graber, would have had previous dealings with the police. “Did you find any prints on one of the cups that didn’t belong to Frank? I mean the one that the other person might have drunk
“Maybe. Wil said they hadn’t visited Frank for some years,” Bailey said.
“ Jah , that’s what I heard.” After a small silence, Silvie said, “I’ll see you at Wil’s haus then.” Silvie turned and walked away. She could feel Bailey’s eyes on her as she walked. She dare not turn around.
* * *
There were some hundred folk gathered at Wil’s haus. Emma kept herself busy in the kitchen in an effort to avoid Wil. When the people had nearly all gone home, Maureen, Silvie and Emma stayed back to clean up afterwards.
Emma looked out the kitchen window and saw that Wil was outside saying goodbye to some people. She took her opportunity. “We’ve nearly finished. Do you two mind if I leave you to finish off?”
Both girls looked at her as though they wondered what she was up to. Any other time she would have wanted to stay back to have more time with Wil. She did not want to share with them that she’d had a little tiff with him. “I’ve got some things I need to take care of at home,” she explained.
“Of course, go,” Maureen said.
Emma wrapped a portion of left over meat for Growler and slipped out the back door and hurried home.
As she opened her front door, Growler was sitting there as if he was waiting for her. “Hello, I brought you some meat.”
Growler meowed and walked toward her.
“Over to your saucer, then.” The cat followed Emma to the saucer at the back door. Growler appreciated the meat. Emma smiled as she watched him eat it. Even though she did not like cats she was beginning to see why some people did. It was nice to come home and have someone waiting for you even if it was a cat who ignored her most of the time.
Emma filled up the kettle and placed it on the stove. A nice cup of meadow tea would be just what she needed. As she rinsed out the cup in the sink, she remembered that day at Frank’s haus when she found him; there were two cups in the sink. Why would he need two cups? He must have had a visitor there that day and it must have been someone that he knew. If someone had come to steal from him, he would not sit down and have a cup of tea with him.
Finished with his meat, Growler jumped on the chair next to her and looked at her. “You know something don’t you, Growler. What did you see that day? If only you could speak.”
* * *
The very next day Emma knocked on Detective Crowley’s door.
Detective Crowley stood up behind his desk. “Mrs. Kurtzler, what brings you here this fine day?”
“Hello, detective, it’s about Frank.”
He pointed to the chair opposite his desk and sat down. “Have a seat.”
As soon as Emma sat down, she said, “I just thought I’d mention that there were two cups in the sink at Frank’s haus .”
“Yes, I noticed that. We had those cups tested and that’s where we found the poison.”
“So, he was poisoned?”
“Yes. Why are you only just telling me about the two cups now?”
Emma’s heart started to race. The detective always made her feel as though she were guilty. “I only just remembered, only just this very morning.”
“Have you been withholding any other information, Mrs. Kurtzler?”
Emma knew quite a bit, but thought she’d keep quiet about Bob being there the very day of the murder. She was sure that Bob was no murderer. Bob was a little odd, but not a murderer. “Frank had ongoing disagreements with his neighbor, Thomas something or other. His last name escapes me for the moment.”
“Yes, Thomas Graber; he’s known to the police.”
Emma tilted her head slightly to the side. “He is?”
Detective Crowley nodded. “Let’s just say we’ve had dealings with him over other matters. What else have you found out?”
Emma was surprised that the Amish mann, Thomas Graber, would have had previous dealings with the police. “Did you find any prints on one of the cups that didn’t belong to Frank? I mean the one that the other person might have drunk
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