Safe Hearts (Amish Safe House, Book 3) Read Free Page B

trying to piece together
the scene. She ignored the narrow, studious look that Esther
trained on her.
    “ No, he went straight to
work to get ready for his promotion,” Beckie answered miserably.
“He tried to explain that, but nobody would listen. And they are
saying they found a bottle of poison, right where he was crouching
trying to help the
man.”
    Kate's mind whirled. There was a call
to the police, practically as soon as Jeremiah got to work. He went
into the crime scene. He was found with the body and a poison
bottle was nearby? That didn't sound good at all. Kate knew that
the police would have a hard time swallowing the idea he was a
victim of circumstance.
    Kate asked what the poison was, but
Beckie had no idea. She didn't even know if the police knew yet.
Beckie just knew that her cousin was in jail for something she knew
he could not have done.
    “ I'll get everyone kaffi ,” Nancy stated as
she headed toward the kitchen. “I bet if we go over this a few
times, we'll figure out something. We should know someone who can
help Jeremiah.”
    Kate rose to help Nancy with the
coffee. Nothing about the case made sense. The evidence against
Jeremiah looked bad at face value, but if there was anyone that
could shed some light on a clue or two, it was these
ladies.
     

 
    Luke 8:
17. For nothing is hidden that will
not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known
and come to light.
    Chapter 3 .
     
    It was almost like coming
home.
    Kate never thought she could miss
office life. She had always preferred fieldwork to paper pushing.
However, as she gazed around the small town police station, the
blur of overlapping voices sounded familiar and
comforting.
    Kate looked around, wondering what to
do. She couldn't exactly go to the sitting area and blend in, not
dressed as an Amish woman.
    “ Excuse me miss. Can I help
you?”
    Case in point. It was a busy office,
but she wasn't here ten seconds before being addressed. She turned
her head to see a young receptionist who looked fresh from school,
over dressed and too under confident to pull off the look. Kate
forced a smile at the girl. If she were herself, she'd have been
telling the girl about her posture right about now. Confident
appearances went a long way in their line of work.
    Of course, here she wasn't a U.S.
Marshal. She wasn't an experienced field agent with years of
on-the-job training to offer. She was just some Amish woman who had
walked off the street. And they were more interested in why she
showed up than what her credentials might be.
    “ Miss?”
    “ Oh, yes. I came to see
Officer Ryan Weaver,” Kate finally said, as she turned her full
attention to the woman. She felt a small wave of irritation at her
own state of distraction. She'd never been fully comfortable in the
Amish community, but she had never been so off her game. This
wasn't the time or place to be acting like a cadet.
    “ I'm sorry.” The woman gave
her a puzzled, apologetic smile. “He’s out on patrol. I could take
your number and leave it on his desk for you.”
    Kate gave the woman a thin smile, and
processed the suggestion. She supposed she could give the number
for the phone in the barn, but she had no interest in lingering
around a barn waiting on a call back like a school girl.
    She watched the woman's face color as
the realization sank in that there were still places in the world
that people did not live on their phones. Kate felt a little sorry
for the girl, especially as the receptionist fumbled out an apology
and seemed at a loss as to how to deal with the
situation.
    “ It's all right; I don't
mind waiting.” Kate offered, more to help prompt the girl to a
proper solution. It was the truth. She could use an excuse to
linger in the office a while longer. Listen to the sights and
sounds. Take in the smell of old coffee and ink toner.
    “ Of course.” The young
woman looked relieved to have some sort of solution for the moment.
“It might be a