Free The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) by Samantha Price Page A

necessary. You’re a woman alone, Emma. and I’ll not have you bullied.” Wil was insistent.
    “He’s a policeman, or a detective; anyway I don’t think that he’d bully me.”
    “You can’t be too careful with these things. You need someone to protect you now that…” Wil looked away from Emma’s face.
    “It’s all right, you can say it. Now that Levi’s gone.”
    Wil looked into her face once more. “He would’ve wanted me to look after you.”
    “ Denke , Wil.”
    Two hours later a police car pulled up. Emma hoped that no one in the community would see the police car in front of her haus , otherwise she would have to answer too many questions.
    The detective got out of the car and looked up at Emma and Wil who were standing outside the front door. Emma noticed that there was a uniformed policeman in the driver’s seat who stayed in the car.
    “Hello, Mrs. Kurtzler.” The detective looked up at Wil. “You Mr. Kurtzler?”
    “No, I’m not. Mr. Kurtzler is deceased.”
    The detective stood in front of Wil and Emma noticed they were exactly the same height.
    “Oh, I see. Who would you be?” The detective asked with an unpleasant blunt tone.
    “William Jacobson, I’m Mrs. Kurtzler’s neighbor and good friend.”
    Emma sensed tension between the two men. “Come inside Mr… Oh, I don’t think I got your name this morning.”
    “It’s Detective Crowley.”
    Once they were inside Emma showed him to the kitchen table so they could sit. “Would you like a cup of tea or a cup of coffee, perhaps?”
    “No.” He looked at Wil. “Would you excuse us? I’d like to ask Mrs. Kurtzler some questions in private.”
    Wil pulled out a chair and sat at the table opposite the detective. “No, if you don’t mind I’ll stay.”
    The detective clasped his hands on the table. “Actually, it would be better if you didn’t stay.”
    Wil leaned slightly toward the detective. “It might be better if Mrs. Kurtzler got a lawyer. Then you wouldn’t get your answers straight away, but if I stay, I’m sure Mrs. Kurtzler would be agreeable to answer your questions right now.” The two men continued to glare at each other.
    The detective was the first to look away. “You can stay then, as long as you keep silent.”
    The detective took a small notepad and pen out of his pocket. He noisily clicked the end of his pen and turned to look at Emma who was rattling around making tea. “I said, no tea for me, Mrs. Kurtzler.”
    “I’m just getting some for myself and Wil. I can still answer your questions while I’m making the tea.”
    The detective sat with his back very straight and said, “The man who was murdered was Henry Pluver.”
    “No, not Henry.” Wil’s voice boomed loudly.
    The detective looked directly at Wil. “You know him?”
    “Yes, of course I do. I just saw him the other day. He leases my farm right next door and he leases Mrs. Kurtzler’s farm too.”
    “He does?” The detective turned to Mrs. Kurtzler.
    Emma nodded. “That’s right. Oh, I need to sit. It’s so unexpected.” Emma abandoned the idea of making tea and tried to look suitably shocked and shaken.
    Wil scratched his head. “I don’t think we’ve ever had a murder within the community.”
    “Did Henry know Mr. McAllister?” Emma hoped it was a gut time for her to start asking questions. Maybe it was a gut idea to have Wil there after all.
    “We’ll know more of that soon. How long have you been widowed, Mrs. Kurtzler?”
    “Just weeks,” Wil answered on her behalf.
    “I’m sorry, to hear that.” The detective’s response showed no hint of sincerity.
    Emma looked into her lap and nodded slightly.
    The detective scratched something in his notepad while he asked, “And how long has Mr. Pluver been leasing your farms?”
    “A good five years, I’d say.” Emma got in quickly so Wil wouldn’t answer all the questions. The detective had come to speak to her and Emma did not want to annoy the detective any further.