Free Murder, Handcrafted (Amish Quilt Shop Mystery) by Isabella Alan Page A

counter. I still had a half hour before opening. That was plenty of time to check in with Rachel and tell her about the morning’s events.
    “Oliver, let’s hit the bakery.”
    Oliver perked up at this because he knew visiting Miller’s Amish Bakery across the street would mean a sampling of Rachel’s homemade dog biscuits.
    Through the large window in the front of the bakery, I could see Rachel behind the counter, ringing up an English customer. There weren’t any other customers in the bakery, so this would be a good time to catch Rachel before the next rush.
    Rachel smiled sweetly at me as I walked through the door. My friend was the epitome of sweetness and what people who know nothing about the Amish conjure in their minds when they imagine the unique culture. She wore a sky blue plain dress and black apron. A white prayer cap was pinned to the top of her chestnut-colored hair that was pulled back to the nape of her neck in a traditional Amish bun. “Angie,” Rachel said, “I’m so glad that you stopped by. We’ve both been so busy these last few days that I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”
    I laughed. “I feel the same way. We need to make a plan to have coffee at least twice a week even during the busiest times.”
    “Agreed.” Rachel bent over and lifted a jar of dog biscuits from a shelf under the display counter. Oliver’s stubby tail jiggled in anticipation. Rachel giggled at his antics and tossed him the biscuit. Oliver caught the biscuit in his mouth and carried it under one of the small round tables in the bakery’s small eat-in area to enjoy in peace.
    Rachel poured coffee into two plain white mugs.She handed the mugs to me over the counter. “Doughnuts or muffins?”
    I carried them to one of the round tables. “Definitely doughnuts,” I said. “Make it a double. It’s already been a long morning.”
    Rachel selected two glazed Amish doughnuts from the display case and stepped around the counter to join me. “What has happened now?”
    “You’re going to want to sit before I tell you.”
    Rachel sat, and I relayed the events of the morning. Her mouth fell open as I told her the story.
    Rachel’s eyes were worried. “Jonah called you to help him?”
    I broke off a piece of my doughnut. Before popping it in my mouth, I said, “The incident happened at my parents’ house. Why wouldn’t he call me?”
    “I haven’t heard about it before this. Does his family know?” She held her coffee mug by the handle but didn’t lift it to her lips.
    I swallowed, and the doughnut felt like a pebble lodged in the middle of my throat. “I—I don’t know. Maybe not.” I slapped my forehead. “I should have stopped at the Graber farm to tell both Miriam and Anna. Maybe I should go now. The shop can be closed for an hour or so.”
    “
Nee.
I think it’s best that Miriam does not hear the news from you,” my friend said.
    I took a swig of my coffee, hoping that it would wash down the doughnut. All I managed to do was burn my tongue.
    Rachel shook her head and stood. She walked intothe kitchen and returned a moment later with a glass of ice water. She placed it on the table in front of me as she sat down.
    “Thanks,” I said, taking hold of the glass. “Jonah told me about his cousin Kamon. Jonah claimed that Griffin Bright, the man who was killed this morning, murdered Kamon.” I sipped my water.
    “I haven’t heard the name Kamon in a very long time.” Her brow furrowed as if my mentioning Kamon made this conversation even more worrisome.
    I frowned. “Do you know how Kamon died?”
    She nodded. “He was electrocuted.”

Chapter Nine
    “E lectrocuted?” I yelped and nearly knocked over my coffee mug.
    Some coffee splashed on the table, but Rachel caught the mug before it could topple over completely. She sopped up the spilled coffee with a paper napkin from the metal dispenser in the middle of the table.
    She stacked the wet napkins on my empty plate and switched our two