Free Plain Murder (Amish Romance Mystery): Clean Mystery series (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 8) by Samantha Price

is it?”
    “It’s the day after tomorrow. I hope May and Trevor will be out by then.”
    “If not, I’m sure they’ll get permission to go, as long as they are accompanied by some officers. Their lawyer probably has already submitted a request,” Bailey said.

Chapter 12.
    For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
    but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
    2 Timothy 1:7
     
    The next day, Sabrina made sure she took her lunch to work just in case Jamie made a habit of asking her to go to lunch with him. As she walked past his office door at 8.30 a.m., she saw that the door was closed. She put her ear to the door and heard some music playing softly; she assumed that Jamie was already there.
    While she answered the overnight emails, her mind drifted to the funeral. She had never been to an Englisch funeral, and she did not have May to go with her, unless May happened to be released beforehand.
    Sabrina almost jumped when her phone sounded. It was the intercom system to Mr. Caruthers’ office. “Yes?”
    “Coffee, please.”
    “Coming up.” Sabrina hurried to the lunchroom. One thing in Jamie’s favor is that he is a hard worker, she thought. The early mornings at work had always been Sabrina’s favorite time because she was always the first one to arrive – it was so peaceful. She knocked on Jamie’s door.
    “Come in.” Once Sabrina walked in he said, “You can leave the door open now.”
    Sabrina put the coffee on his desk.
    A moment later he looked up. “Is there something that you want to say?”
    “It’s just that I was concerned about your father’s funeral and whether May and Trevor would be going.”
    “I don’t know, and neither is it any of my concern,” Jamie said. “I’ve got other things to worry about.”
    Sabrina frowned. “But they’re your sister and brother. I know they’d both want to go to their father’s funeral.”
    “Whether they do, or they don’t, it hardly concerns you.”
    Sabrina knew she had crossed the line. Of course, none of their family matters concerned her, but May was her friend, and Mr. Caruthers was her boss. Surely it was only natural for her to want what was right for his funeral.
    “I’m sorry, Sabrina, that came out wrong. One of them or maybe both of them are the cause of me having to bury my father tomorrow and until I know the truth of the matter it does not upset me to have them both stay away.”
    Sabrina dropped her eyes away from him and nodded. His excuse seemed a reasonable one; his father was dead after all. “I’ll get back to work.”
    “Yes, good idea. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of filing to do.”
    “A ton of it,” Sabrina went to close the door, but then remembered that he had asked for it to be kept open, so she pushed the door wide open.
    “Oh, Sabrina, one more thing.”
    Sabrina turned around. “Yes?”
    “Have you ever heard of a Mrs. Wright, or did she ever come here?”
    “Oh, yes. I think she trades horses. She comes in here quite a bit.”
    Jamie bit the end of his pen.
    “Why?”
    “I think my father was very friendly with her, that’s why. If you know what I mean by friendly. I think she’ll be at the funeral, and I have to find a way of keeping her and my mother apart. If you can come up with a way to do that let me know.”
    Sabrina nodded.
    “That’s all.”
    As Sabrina left his office, she remembered an argument that Trevor had with his father. Trevor had mentioned Mrs. Wright. It all made sense why he brought her name up. Trevor knew that his father had crossed the line of decency with Mrs. Wright. Is that another reason Trevor killed his father, to avenge his mother?
    Once she sat behind her desk, her thoughts went to the people who had loaned Mr. Caruthers money. They had both phoned yesterday; surely they would phone again today and what could she say to them? Jamie was not the least bit concerned. Sabrina wondered what happened to a debt when a person died.
    Sabrina looked at the time on her