Free Sworn to Silence by Linda Castillo

life. When I open my eyes and meet my brother’s gaze, I can tell he knows what I’m thinking. “I have to be sure,” I say. “I need to see the body.”
    He looks at me as if I’ve asked him to renounce God.
    It wasn’t until weeks after the incident that I found out Jacob and my father buried the body. Horrific nightmares had been plaguing me. One night I woke screaming in my bed, certain the man who’d tried to kill me was in my bedroom. But my big brother came to my side. Jacob held me, and in the warm comfort of his arms, he revealed that
Datt
had buried the body in a defunct grain elevator in the next county, and he would never hurt anyone again.
    “You know where he is buried,” Jacob says. “I told you.”
    I know the place. The old grain elevator has been abandoned for twenty years. I’ve driven by it hundreds of times. But I’ve never stopped. I’ve never looked too closely. I rarely let myself think of the secrets buried there. “I need your help.”
    “I cannot help you.”
    “Come with me. Tonight. Show me where.”
    His eyes widen. I see fear in their depths. My brother is a stoic man, which makes his reaction even more profound. “Katie,
Datt
did not take me inside. I do not know where—”
    “I can’t do it alone. The elevator is a big place, Jacob. I don’t know where to look.”
    “Daniel Lapp could not have done this terrible thing,” he says.
    “
Someone
killed that girl. Someone who knew details about the murders that were never released to the public. How do you explain that?”
    “I cannot. But I saw . . . his body. There was blood . . . too much for him to have survived.”
    “Was he still bleeding when
Datt
buried him?” Dead men don’t bleed. If Lapp was still bleeding at that point, he was alive. He could have dug his way out of a shallow grave and survived . . .
    “I do not know. I do not wish to be part of this.”
    “You already are.” I step closer to my brother, invading his space. This surprises him, and he steps back, looking at me as if I’m a dog with contagious mange. I raise my finger, shove it to within an inch of his nose. “I need your help, goddamn it. I need to find the remains. There’s no other way.”
    He stares at me, as stoic and silent as a statue.
    “If I don’t stop this son of a bitch, he’ll kill again.”
    Jacob winces at my language, and a small, twisted sense of satisfaction ripples through me. “Do not bring your English ways into my home.”
    “This has nothing to do with Amish or English,” I snap. “This has to do with saving lives. You stick your head in the sand and more people could die. Is that what you want?”
    My brother drops his gaze to the dirt floor, the muscles in his jaws clenching. When he raises his eyes to mine, they seem ancient. “For sixteen years, I have asked God for His forgiveness. I have tried to forget what we did.”
    “You mean what
I
did, don’t you?”
    “What all of us did.”
    The barn falls silent, as if in reverence to the secret that’s been revealed. I knew he would be reluctant, that I would have to push. But I hadn’t anticipated a refusal.
    Words I need to say stick in my throat like a dull razor blade. I can feel the veins pulsing in my neck. My cheeks growing hot. I remind myself that I’m a cop working a case. But deep inside, I’m still a child cowering from unfathomable brutality. A girl crushed by secrets no one should have to bear. A teenager shocked by her own capacity for violence.
    “If you go to hell it won’t be because of what you did that day.” My voice quivers. “But because of what you didn’t do today.”
    “I will be judged only by God, not you.”
    A hot rush of anger propels me to him. I can hear my teeth grinding, the blood roaring like a freight train in my head. “If he kills again, you’ll have another death on your conscience. An innocent woman will suffer unspeakable torture before her throat is cut. Think about that tonight when you’re