Free Plain Murder (Amish Romance Mystery): Clean Mystery series (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 8) by Samantha Price Page A
Authors: Samantha Price
computer. It was not yet 9.00 a.m., her official starting time. She looked on the Internet to try and find out who owns the debt once someone dies. After fifteen minutes reading up on probate processes, 401ks, and dying with credit card debt, she was none the wiser. Some articles seemed to say that the debt was wiped and other articles suggested that the debt would only be wiped if there were no assets left after everything of the deceased had been sold, leaving no funds left for that particular debt. To make matters worse, each state had different laws, which made it harder to find out what happened to personal loans when one dies.
Sabrina glanced up at the clock and noticed it was five minutes past nine. She logged into the work emails and sure enough there were emails from Addison and Clarkwell. She didn’t open them; she had already wasted five minutes of work time and if Jamie was adamant that he was not going to pay them, it was a waste of time her even reading the emails. Instead, she forwarded them on to Jamie. She knew that doing so might make Jamie cross, but they could have some important information in them. What if either Clarkwell or Addison intended to sue the Caruthers family?
“Morning, Sabrina.”
Sabrina knew that the deep voice belonged to John. She looked up from the computer. “Hi, John.”
John looked at Jamie’s open office door then leaned toward Sabrina and whispered, “I just called to the police station hoping to speak to May or Trevor, but they said neither of them can speak to anyone.”
“I know, that’s what my brother-in-law told me. I don’t know how long they will be held for. Their father’s funeral is tomorrow.”
“Speaking of which – would you like to go in my car? That is if you intend on going.”
“Yes, I wanted to go. Mr. Caruthers was always good to me; I’d like to pay my respects.”
John smiled down at her and said, “I’d better get to work.”
Chapter 13.
Wisdom dwell with prudence, and find out knowledge of witty inventions.
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.
Proverbs 8:12-13
Sabrina met John at work, and they went to the funeral from there. Mr. Caruthers’ service was held in a church building with steeples and stained glass windows. This was the first time that Sabrina had gone inside an Englisch church building. To the Amish, the church was the gathering together of people coming together to worship Gott; the church was not a building.
John and Sabrina were pointed to the position where they were to sit. It was a closed casket service. Very different to the Amish funerals where the body is taken to the family home, and people view the deceased and say their goodbyes before being taken to the graveside.
Sabrina slid into the highly polished wooden church pew and John sat beside her. The fancy coffin was placed at the front of the church. There was a large photo of Mr. Caruthers, and there were two huge pitchers of flowers either side. A large white bunch of lilies lay on the top of the glossy, black coffin.
“That’s his wife over there.” John pointed to a woman dressed in black in the front pew. She had her head bent over and appeared to be crying into a large white handkerchief.
“Poor woman,” Sabrina said as she recalled the pain her schweschder, Silvie went through when she suddenly lost her first husband, John. Silvie and John had expected to grow old together and not be torn apart by a tragic accident. What Jamie said made a little sense – don’t expect too much, and you won’t be disappointed.
“I can’t see May or Trevor anywhere,” John said.
“I hope they’ve been allowed to come,” Sabrina said turning her head to the door. “Look; Jamie’s arrived.”
John swiveled his head toward the door. When Jamie saw John and Sabrina, he nodded to them and made his way to the front row where he sat next to his mother. Sabrina could not help
Sabrina glanced up at the clock and noticed it was five minutes past nine. She logged into the work emails and sure enough there were emails from Addison and Clarkwell. She didn’t open them; she had already wasted five minutes of work time and if Jamie was adamant that he was not going to pay them, it was a waste of time her even reading the emails. Instead, she forwarded them on to Jamie. She knew that doing so might make Jamie cross, but they could have some important information in them. What if either Clarkwell or Addison intended to sue the Caruthers family?
“Morning, Sabrina.”
Sabrina knew that the deep voice belonged to John. She looked up from the computer. “Hi, John.”
John looked at Jamie’s open office door then leaned toward Sabrina and whispered, “I just called to the police station hoping to speak to May or Trevor, but they said neither of them can speak to anyone.”
“I know, that’s what my brother-in-law told me. I don’t know how long they will be held for. Their father’s funeral is tomorrow.”
“Speaking of which – would you like to go in my car? That is if you intend on going.”
“Yes, I wanted to go. Mr. Caruthers was always good to me; I’d like to pay my respects.”
John smiled down at her and said, “I’d better get to work.”
Chapter 13.
Wisdom dwell with prudence, and find out knowledge of witty inventions.
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.
Proverbs 8:12-13
Sabrina met John at work, and they went to the funeral from there. Mr. Caruthers’ service was held in a church building with steeples and stained glass windows. This was the first time that Sabrina had gone inside an Englisch church building. To the Amish, the church was the gathering together of people coming together to worship Gott; the church was not a building.
John and Sabrina were pointed to the position where they were to sit. It was a closed casket service. Very different to the Amish funerals where the body is taken to the family home, and people view the deceased and say their goodbyes before being taken to the graveside.
Sabrina slid into the highly polished wooden church pew and John sat beside her. The fancy coffin was placed at the front of the church. There was a large photo of Mr. Caruthers, and there were two huge pitchers of flowers either side. A large white bunch of lilies lay on the top of the glossy, black coffin.
“That’s his wife over there.” John pointed to a woman dressed in black in the front pew. She had her head bent over and appeared to be crying into a large white handkerchief.
“Poor woman,” Sabrina said as she recalled the pain her schweschder, Silvie went through when she suddenly lost her first husband, John. Silvie and John had expected to grow old together and not be torn apart by a tragic accident. What Jamie said made a little sense – don’t expect too much, and you won’t be disappointed.
“I can’t see May or Trevor anywhere,” John said.
“I hope they’ve been allowed to come,” Sabrina said turning her head to the door. “Look; Jamie’s arrived.”
John swiveled his head toward the door. When Jamie saw John and Sabrina, he nodded to them and made his way to the front row where he sat next to his mother. Sabrina could not help
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