Plain Murder (Amish Romance Mystery): Clean Mystery series (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 8) by Samantha Price Page A
Authors: Samantha Price
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Sabrina knew that Bailey was off to see Detective Crowley today; hopefully Bailey would find some things out and tell her as soon as she got home.
Later in the morning, Sabrina phoned the police station but they would neither confirm nor deny that they were holding May and Trevor. Neither of them had shown up for work, so it was most likely true. An email sounded on her computer. The email was from Jamie announcing that Mr. Caruthers’ funeral was the day after tomorrow.
Sabrina looked at the post-it note stuck on her computer. It had the two men’s names that claimed that Mr. Caruthers owed them money. “Well, if Jamie is running this place I’ll tell him about the two men and let him handle it.”
Just as Sabrina was about to go for lunch, Jamie walked out of his father’s office.
“Mr. Caruthers.”
Jamie walked over to her desk. “Please, Mr. Caruthers was my father. Call me Jamie. What can I do for you, Sabrina?”
She handed him a slip of paper with the two men’s names and phone numbers. “These two men say that your father owes them money.”
Jamie took the paper and looked at the names. “What for?” Jamie looked back at her with his sky-blue piercing eyes.
Her heart beat a little faster; he made her nervous. “They said that it was a private matter.”
He scrunched up the paper and tossed it into her waste paper basket.
Sabrina gasped. “What did you do that for?”
Jamie tipped his head to one side. “That was the recycle bin, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but…”
“Well, paper is recyclable.” He sat on her desk. “Lunch?”
Was he asking her out for lunch or was he asking if it was lunchtime? The way he asked her made it sound like he wanted to take her out to lunch. There was something dangerous yet appealing about Jamie and it was more than the fact that he was handsome. “I’ve eaten already.”
“Liar.”
How could he possibly know? “What?”
“I could order you to come to lunch with me, but I won’t. Come on, I think we both need a break from this place, don’t you?” Jamie leaned slightly toward her.
Sabrina breathed out heavily. Maybe if she went she could find out more about May and Trevor, possibly even figure out whom Clarkwell and Addison were. Surely he would know a little of his father’s dealings. Mr. Caruthers might have been a gambler or something and that’s why he owed those two men money. Besides all that, Jamie did not look like the kind of person who was going to take no for an answer. “Okay, lunch.”
Chapter 10.
If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?
1 John 4:20
As soon as they were outside in the car park, Sabrina looked at all the cars and knew exactly which car was his. It was a low, sleek sporty car and from the way it shone, Sabrina guessed that it was brand new. He clicked his remote to unlock it and Sabrina sank into the leather of the front seat.
“Where do you recommend? I haven’t lived around these parts for a while.”
Sabrina shrugged. “I don’t eat out much at all.” Sabrina only went to coffee shops with friends and rarely went out for a meal.
“We’ll drive ‘til we find something that looks good.”
Sabrina nodded. “What line of work have you been in?” She knew he must have done something that brought him a lot of money by the look of his car.
“I’ve always been in sales. Then I worked my way up to managing a team of sales people.”
“What were you selling?”
“I’ve always sold luxury cars.”
“Like this one?” Sabrina ran her hand along the highly polished door.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she?”
She had to agree with him. “Very nice.”
“I suppose you have a horse and buggy being Amish?”
Was he being condescending to her? “I don’t have my own. My sister and her husband have two horses and buggies – I live with them.”
Jamie looked across at her and
Later in the morning, Sabrina phoned the police station but they would neither confirm nor deny that they were holding May and Trevor. Neither of them had shown up for work, so it was most likely true. An email sounded on her computer. The email was from Jamie announcing that Mr. Caruthers’ funeral was the day after tomorrow.
Sabrina looked at the post-it note stuck on her computer. It had the two men’s names that claimed that Mr. Caruthers owed them money. “Well, if Jamie is running this place I’ll tell him about the two men and let him handle it.”
Just as Sabrina was about to go for lunch, Jamie walked out of his father’s office.
“Mr. Caruthers.”
Jamie walked over to her desk. “Please, Mr. Caruthers was my father. Call me Jamie. What can I do for you, Sabrina?”
She handed him a slip of paper with the two men’s names and phone numbers. “These two men say that your father owes them money.”
Jamie took the paper and looked at the names. “What for?” Jamie looked back at her with his sky-blue piercing eyes.
Her heart beat a little faster; he made her nervous. “They said that it was a private matter.”
He scrunched up the paper and tossed it into her waste paper basket.
Sabrina gasped. “What did you do that for?”
Jamie tipped his head to one side. “That was the recycle bin, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but…”
“Well, paper is recyclable.” He sat on her desk. “Lunch?”
Was he asking her out for lunch or was he asking if it was lunchtime? The way he asked her made it sound like he wanted to take her out to lunch. There was something dangerous yet appealing about Jamie and it was more than the fact that he was handsome. “I’ve eaten already.”
“Liar.”
How could he possibly know? “What?”
“I could order you to come to lunch with me, but I won’t. Come on, I think we both need a break from this place, don’t you?” Jamie leaned slightly toward her.
Sabrina breathed out heavily. Maybe if she went she could find out more about May and Trevor, possibly even figure out whom Clarkwell and Addison were. Surely he would know a little of his father’s dealings. Mr. Caruthers might have been a gambler or something and that’s why he owed those two men money. Besides all that, Jamie did not look like the kind of person who was going to take no for an answer. “Okay, lunch.”
Chapter 10.
If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?
1 John 4:20
As soon as they were outside in the car park, Sabrina looked at all the cars and knew exactly which car was his. It was a low, sleek sporty car and from the way it shone, Sabrina guessed that it was brand new. He clicked his remote to unlock it and Sabrina sank into the leather of the front seat.
“Where do you recommend? I haven’t lived around these parts for a while.”
Sabrina shrugged. “I don’t eat out much at all.” Sabrina only went to coffee shops with friends and rarely went out for a meal.
“We’ll drive ‘til we find something that looks good.”
Sabrina nodded. “What line of work have you been in?” She knew he must have done something that brought him a lot of money by the look of his car.
“I’ve always been in sales. Then I worked my way up to managing a team of sales people.”
“What were you selling?”
“I’ve always sold luxury cars.”
“Like this one?” Sabrina ran her hand along the highly polished door.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she?”
She had to agree with him. “Very nice.”
“I suppose you have a horse and buggy being Amish?”
Was he being condescending to her? “I don’t have my own. My sister and her husband have two horses and buggies – I live with them.”
Jamie looked across at her and
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