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

She hoped that the detective would not ask whether Pluver was happy to continue leasing. Thankfully he didn’t. It would only look bad for her if he found out that Pluver did not want to lease her land any longer. Maybe that would be enough to give her a motive for doing away with Mr. Pluver.
    “Tell me, detective. Have you located Mr. McAllister yet?” Emma wondered if she should tell him that she was there and she was the one to discover Pluver’s body. But that would also implicate Maureen and she was sure that Maureen would want to keep silent on the matter. Besides it looked as though she was enough of a suspect already and it wouldn’t look good that she had been untruthful from the start.
    “Yes we have. He was late in the office today. He couldn’t believe what had happened in his own office. He said there was a key missing, a key from his drawer.”
    “Is he a suspect?” Wil asked.
    “At this stage Mr. Jacobson, everyone is a suspect.”
    “Surely Emma isn’t a suspect?” Wil asked.
    Emma swallowed hard, but quickly hid her guilty expression as the detective swung around to look at her. “Where were you last night between six and ten o’clock?”
    “She was with me,” Wil answered as quick as a flash.
    Emma felt her blood heart pump wildly, yet she had to maintain a cool exterior.
    “Is that correct, Mrs. Kurtzler?”
    Emma nodded and forced a smile. She wished Wil hadn’t said that; Emma was dragging so many people into this whole mess with her. First there was Maureen and now Wil. That reminded her, she had to get to Maureen fast to tell her – well, to tell all the widows about the detective and that she was most likely a suspect.
    “Is that a ‘yes’ Mrs. Kurtzler?” He asked again, apparently waiting for a verbal response rather than a half-hearted nod.
    “Yes.” Emma hated to lie and now she was a liar, but she had done no wrong and for the purposes of the investigation she was innocent. Surely a small fib would not affect the detective’s work – she was innocent after all. If the detective knew she and Maureen had found the body that would not help him in his investigations one little bit. They knew nothing of who killed Pluver.
    As the detective left, Wil and Emma stood on Emma’s front porch and watched the police car speed up her driveway back to the main road.
    Wil clapped his hands against his thighs. “Looks like we’ve got another funeral to go to.”
    Emma nodded and thought about Pluver’s widow. She was a very disagreeable woman and Emma was sure she’d never seen her smile – not once. Now she would have absolutely no reason to smile with her husband gone. “Wil, why did you say that you were with me?”
    “I knew it wouldn’t look gut to say you were alone here in the haus .”
    “Why? I’m not guilty of anything.” In the back of Emma’s mind she wondered if perhaps Wil was giving himself an alibi by saying he was with her. Nee, that’s ridiculous; I’m getting too carried away , she thought.
    “Of course you’re not, so what harm would it do for me to say that you were with me?”
    Emma nodded. “I suppose so. Denke .” Once again, he’s come to my rescue, she thought.
    “Are you okay, Emma?”
    Emma realized that she’d been staring off into the distance. She laughed a little. “ Jah , I’m okay. Lost in my own little world.”
    Wil put a warm comforting hand on her shoulder. “Do you want me to stay a while?”
    Emma knew she was in dangerous territory as his touch sent tingles throughout her body. “ Nee , I think I might go and visit one of the girls.”
    He put his other hand on her shoulder and faced her directly. “I can drive you there. You look like you’re a bit weary.”
    She had to get away from him fast. She stepped back from his hands. “ Nee , I’ll go alone.”
    “You stay here; I’ll hitch the buggy for you.”
    “ Denke, Wil.” Emma smiled as she watched Wil walk toward the barn. He was fine to look at; he was tall