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her hand on his head he jerked away from her touch.
       “Go away, Ma. I don’t need you fussing over me. I’m fine.”
       “Timothy, what’s gotten into you? Why are you behaving like this?” Hannah sighed. “Look, I know you miss your Pa. I miss him too. We will always miss him, but your Pa wouldn’t want you acting this way. It hurts, yes, but we have to go on. I hope that I can make a good living for us when I open my bakery up in town and maybe you’re a little nervous about moving off the farm, but I promised Bishop Miller I would keep the farm for you. You understand that don’t you? I’m keeping the farm so it will be yours one day, right?
         “I don’t want this stinky old farm. I hope we leave here and never come back.”
       “Timothy, this was your father’s dream. How can you be so disrespectful? Your father would’ve wanted you to have this land for your own family one day.”
      “I told you I want off this farm and I never want to come back. We’re not safe here. They came looking for me, didn’t they? You and Sheriff Quinn tried to hide it from me, but they came here for me didn’t they? That’s why my room was all messed up.”
       Hannah tried to hide her shock at Timothy’s revelation. “What do mean, they?”
       “The ones who killed Pa.”
       “Timothy, do you know who hurt your father? If you do, you have to tell me. We have to let the Sheriff know so he can find the people who did this.”
       Timothy turned his back to his mother. “I don’t know nothing. Go away, NOW!”
       Hannah tried everything to get her son to talk to her, but nothing worked. Finally, she gave up and went downstairs. She knew she would have to relay this new information to Quinn, but she wanted Quinn to get some sleep after being up all night, and she hoped that Timothy would come around on his own. Oh, Eric, what happened to you? And what does our boy know about it?
       When her questions went unanswered she put on her apron and got ready to start her daily chores. In her usual manner, Hannah would put her worries aside with good hard work. Her first order of business would be sorting out household items she could start packing away for the move. Millie was eager to help and Hannah wouldn’t say no to that.
     
     
     
       Quinn woke to the noon day sun shining through a small, curtain-less window in the cabin.  Disgusted with himself for sleeping longer than he’d intended, he jumped up, poured some cold water over head and pulled on his clothes. He checked his cell phone messages and ran to his car. Sure enough, Ollie had called couple of times already. The forensic team was waiting for him at the office to lead them to the abandoned camp site. He made a quick call to his deputy to let him know he was on his way.
       Despite running late, he stopped by Hannah’s to see if everything was good there. I’ve got to find some way to get her out of this farm house and into a safer place in town. Quinn realized his problem was not so much in dealing with Hannah, but in having to jump through hoops for what he considered the layers of rules for the Amish. He would still do his best to help her abide by her faith as long as she and the children were safe. Anything beyond that and he was prepared to either move in with her or have her move in with him until this murdering jerk was behind bars for good. One thing Quinn was sure of, this guy was getting bold to come right into the house. There could be no doubt the murderer was looking for Timothy. What does that boy know that he’s not telling? And why isn’t he telling it?
       Abe was on the tractor in the field with several neat tidy rows of red dirt plowed. He tipped his hat to Quinn in the distance. Quinn knocked on the door and Hannah answered. The site of her took Quinn’s breath away. Hannah was always so fresh, and even in her plain Amish attire, she was absolutely lovely. Quinn had to catch himself before he