you awake?â
âIâm awake.â Quickly, he tossed his book to one side and hurried to his door. âMamm, is everything all right?â
âI donât know.â She slipped by him, closing his door behind them. âYou had visitors this evening. I thought I should let you know.â
The news caught him completely off guard. âSomeone came by after I left? Who?â
Warily glancing at his door, she said, âDetective Reynolds and Sheriff Kramer.â
He wasnât sure if he was more worried about the unusual nighttime visit, or that the sheriff and his detective friend had come to talk to him together. âI wonder what they wanted.â
âThey wouldnât say. Your father was mighty upset about their visit, though. No matter how hard he tried, they wouldnât talk to him.â
Jacob could imagine that. His father liked to be in charge of things, whether they were at the store or in their home. He wouldnât have liked the two men arriving after dark unannounced, and then staying closemouthed about what they wanted to talk to Jacob about.
âWhat do they want me to do? Should I go by Sheriff Kramerâs office tomorrow?â
His motherâs eyes widened. âNo!â
Jacob grew more concerned. What would be the harm in going to the sheriffâs office? âMamm, are you worried about something?â
âNot worried . . .â She ran a hand over her hair, which Jacob had just noticed was loose and down her back. âItâs just that your father wouldnât want you to be seen there.â She cleared her throat. âAt the sheriffâs office, I mean. People might talk, you know.â
He knew they would. But that was beside the point. The last thing he wanted was to have to answer the sheriffâs questions in front of his parents. That would only make a difficult situation ten times worse. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âNothing. If those men want to speak to you, Iâm sure theyâll stop by again.â Her smile wavered. âOr maybe they will have moved on and wonât need to speak to you after all.â
He doubted that. Sheriff Kramer didnât stop by peopleâs homes for no reason. âMamm, why didnât you tell me this right when I got home? We must have talked for ten minutes after I walked in the door.â
âYour father didnât want to bother you.â She bit her lip. âBut I thought differently. I thought you should know that the policemen came by.â
She looked so worried and unsure, he hugged her quickly. âIâm glad you told me, Mamm. Now I think I better get to sleep.â
âYouâll be able to sleep? Youâre not upset?â
âOf course not,â he lied. âIâve nothing to hide.â
Pure relief filled her features. âIâm so glad to hear that, Jacob. Gut naught .â
âGood night, Mom.â He kept his smile until she closed the door.
Then he crawled into bed and stared into the dark. Preparing himself for a long night ahead.
He was afraid that Detective Reynolds had finally discovered everything heâd tried so hard to keep hidden.
Chapter 9
âIâve been holding on to our land, hoping to get a good price for it. But now that a manâs gotten killed near our well? I doubt I could give those acres away.â
H ENRY M ILLER
W hen Deborah saw Beth and Frannieâs smiling faces as they entered the Schrocksâ store the following morning, their smiles warmed her heart. After the drama of the night before and another long night of listening to her mother cry, it was so good to see happy people.
âHowâs work today?â Frannie asked.
âItâs gut. â
âIt looks suspiciously quiet in here.â Beth glanced around dramatically. âAre there no animals for sale?â
âJust a pair of kittens.â She pointed over to the metal cage on the