The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) by Samantha Price Page A
Authors: Samantha Price
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Elsa-May, you too Ettie.” He looked at Emma, and said, “Mrs. Kurtzler, I’m sorry that I got the wrong end of the stick with you.”
Emma nodded and forced a smile at the detective to whom she did not take kindly. He as good as accused her of wrongdoing. But, an apology was an apology and she had to accept it.
Detective Crowley turned to Elsa-May. “What have you got going here? A secret widows’ society?”
Elsa-May remained straight-faced. “We just might have.”
The ladies left Emma alone as soon as the detective left. Hopefully, the detective would get to the bottom of things and she could feel safe once more.
Nothing seemed the same. How would she cope with no income and without Pluver’s lease money? Hopefully, the insurance money would come through from Levi’s work, but she couldn’t rely on that; Mr. Weeks said that it was a long shot.
It was then that it occurred to Emma that Mr. Weeks had the same last name as McAllister’s secretary. She was sure of it. She hitched the buggy and went to Elsa-May’s haus as fast as she could.
She scrambled to the front door and Elsa-May answered it with Ettie close behind her. “Elsa-May. What was the name of McAllister’s secretary again?”
“Come in, Emma.” Elsa-May scrambled through her notes. “Liza Weeks.”
“Levi’s boss’ name is Devin Weeks; I wonder if they’re related?”
“There’s one way to find out.” Ettie walked over to the same cabinet she got the rubber gloves and pulled out a laptop computer.
Emma opened her mouth in shock. Again Emma knew it was no use saying anything. Besides, maybe the Ordnung would change in a few years and all that.
“How will that tell us anything?” Emma asked.
“Emma, all young people have Facebook. We simply find her Facebook account and scan through her photos to see if we can find one of ... what was his name? Dustin?”
“ Nee , Devin, Devin Weeks.”
Ettie opened the laptop. Lights came on and a musical note sounded. “Okay, log on to Wi-Fi and we’re good to go. There are a few Liza Weeks here; which one is she?”
Emma looked at photos of three people with the same name. “That’s her there, that one.”
“Hopefully she’s lax on her privacy settings,” Ettie mumbled more to herself than anyone else. “Bingo. Devin Weeks, it’s her father all right and he’s got himself a
Facebook account as well.”
“Well thought of, Emma,” Elsa-May said.
Ettie said what they were all thinking. “Maybe Mr. Weeks found out that his daughter was going to run away with Pluver and so he killed him.”
Elsa-May tapped her fingers on her chin. “Hmm, now we have another suspect.”
“This is too much; I think I need to go home,” Emma said.
Elsa-May said, “I’ll tell the detective to meet us all here tomorrow at twelve.”
“Okay.” Emma agreed just to get out of the place. It was all so confusing and baffling. It appeared that so many people could have killed Pluver: the son, the wife, the father of his lover, maybe even his lover, if they’d had an argument.
Chapter 12.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
As Emma drove her buggy past Wil’s place, he was out the front and waved her down.
“Emma, where have you been? I’ve hardly seen anything of you.”
“I’ve been spending a lot of time with Maureen and Silvie.” Emma was sure that sounded more believable than spending time with the two elderly widows.
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“I’m too tired to go anywhere. I just want an early night. I’m sorry, Wil, some other time?”
“I’ve already cooked chicken and vegetables, besides it will save you having to cook and you can go home straight after you eat for an early night. I’ll even walk you home.”
Emma knew she did not have anything ready for dinner, but she knew she had all that food there that the bishop’s fraa
Emma nodded and forced a smile at the detective to whom she did not take kindly. He as good as accused her of wrongdoing. But, an apology was an apology and she had to accept it.
Detective Crowley turned to Elsa-May. “What have you got going here? A secret widows’ society?”
Elsa-May remained straight-faced. “We just might have.”
The ladies left Emma alone as soon as the detective left. Hopefully, the detective would get to the bottom of things and she could feel safe once more.
Nothing seemed the same. How would she cope with no income and without Pluver’s lease money? Hopefully, the insurance money would come through from Levi’s work, but she couldn’t rely on that; Mr. Weeks said that it was a long shot.
It was then that it occurred to Emma that Mr. Weeks had the same last name as McAllister’s secretary. She was sure of it. She hitched the buggy and went to Elsa-May’s haus as fast as she could.
She scrambled to the front door and Elsa-May answered it with Ettie close behind her. “Elsa-May. What was the name of McAllister’s secretary again?”
“Come in, Emma.” Elsa-May scrambled through her notes. “Liza Weeks.”
“Levi’s boss’ name is Devin Weeks; I wonder if they’re related?”
“There’s one way to find out.” Ettie walked over to the same cabinet she got the rubber gloves and pulled out a laptop computer.
Emma opened her mouth in shock. Again Emma knew it was no use saying anything. Besides, maybe the Ordnung would change in a few years and all that.
“How will that tell us anything?” Emma asked.
“Emma, all young people have Facebook. We simply find her Facebook account and scan through her photos to see if we can find one of ... what was his name? Dustin?”
“ Nee , Devin, Devin Weeks.”
Ettie opened the laptop. Lights came on and a musical note sounded. “Okay, log on to Wi-Fi and we’re good to go. There are a few Liza Weeks here; which one is she?”
Emma looked at photos of three people with the same name. “That’s her there, that one.”
“Hopefully she’s lax on her privacy settings,” Ettie mumbled more to herself than anyone else. “Bingo. Devin Weeks, it’s her father all right and he’s got himself a
Facebook account as well.”
“Well thought of, Emma,” Elsa-May said.
Ettie said what they were all thinking. “Maybe Mr. Weeks found out that his daughter was going to run away with Pluver and so he killed him.”
Elsa-May tapped her fingers on her chin. “Hmm, now we have another suspect.”
“This is too much; I think I need to go home,” Emma said.
Elsa-May said, “I’ll tell the detective to meet us all here tomorrow at twelve.”
“Okay.” Emma agreed just to get out of the place. It was all so confusing and baffling. It appeared that so many people could have killed Pluver: the son, the wife, the father of his lover, maybe even his lover, if they’d had an argument.
Chapter 12.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
As Emma drove her buggy past Wil’s place, he was out the front and waved her down.
“Emma, where have you been? I’ve hardly seen anything of you.”
“I’ve been spending a lot of time with Maureen and Silvie.” Emma was sure that sounded more believable than spending time with the two elderly widows.
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“I’m too tired to go anywhere. I just want an early night. I’m sorry, Wil, some other time?”
“I’ve already cooked chicken and vegetables, besides it will save you having to cook and you can go home straight after you eat for an early night. I’ll even walk you home.”
Emma knew she did not have anything ready for dinner, but she knew she had all that food there that the bishop’s fraa
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