Accused (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society #3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

computer, then I wouldn’t be breaking any rules.” The detective looked again, at the computer screen. “The witness was, or I should say is, Juliana Redcliffe.” The detective was quiet for a moment as he read the information. “She said she couldn’t sleep that night and went for a walk down by the river. She heard a noise and looked through the undergrowth to see Ross Geiger hit the man in the head with a large stone several times then he tied him to a wooden cross.”
    “Does that sound odd to you, Detective? That someone would go for a walk alone in the woods if they can’t sleep? Do people do that? Especially a woman alone at night?” Emma asked.
    “Sounds odd, but how is someone to say that she didn’t go for a walk?” The detective kept his eyes fixed on the screen. “It happened two miles away from Ross Geiger’s house and five hundred meters from the witness’ house.”
    “And where’s that?”
    The detective lowered his head and looked up at Emma, and said, “What?”
    “The witness’ house.”
    The detective leaned back in his chair. “This is a murder. Only a trained professional should stick their nose in.”
    Emma stared back at the detective and held his gaze for some time.
    “All right, I’ll speak to her today. If she still lives there,” the detective said.
    Emma wriggled in the chair. “Could you possibly do it this morning?”
    The detective cocked his head to the side and frowned. “It’s an old case. What’s the rush?”
    “Well, you see. We really want to clear Ross Geiger’s name for his son. He’s becoming a handful to look after and Ross’s bruder is taking care of him and Angela, who’s staying at my place, was writing letters to…”
    “Spare me the finer details, I’m sure they’re very interesting – to someone.” He looked back at the computer. “Yes, we have Robert Geiger’s details here, on file. It would appear he’s been to see us several times.” The detective stood up. “I’ll talk to the witness and then come to see you. Do you still live at the same place?”
    “ Jah , still the same haus .”
    As Emma was walking out of his office the detective called after her. “Mrs. Kurtzler.”
    She turned to face him. “Please, call me Emma.”
    The detective smiled. “Do you still have that fat cat?”
    Emma smiled at the thought of Growler. “Yes, I’ve still got Growler. He’s part of the familye now.”
    A look of amusement crossed the detective’s hard face. It was the detective who suggested that Emma take Growler to live with her after his owner had been murdered. At the time Emma hardly had a choice, it was take Growler or the detective was going to have him put to sleep. Or was he? That’s what the detective said that he would do at the time. She remembered distinctly that the detective said that he’d call animal welfare and have the cat put to sleep if she didn’t take him. Was he bluffing? He seemed interested in Growler’s welfare. Emma shook her head. She’d never know what went on in the detective’s head.

Chapter 7.
    Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving,
    and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
    Psalms 95:2
     
    Emma drove her buggy back home, pleased with the fact that Crowley was going to question the witness. It was still early in the day and Emma knew that Angela would not expect her back for some time, so Emma pulled up her buggy outside Wil’s front door. Wil came out to meet her.
    “Emma, I was just about to put some kaffe on.”
    “Lovely, I’ll have one, denke .”
    “You sit here and I’ll put the hot water on to boil.”
    Emma sat on the white porch chair and looked out across Wil’s farm. What a coincidence it was that they both owned farms adjacent to one another. He’d been a gut friend to her late husband and she knew without a doubt that Levi would whole-heartedly approve of the two of them getting married.
    Wil fell into the seat next to her. “What’s on your mind, Emma? I can