In Plain View (Amish Safe House, Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

perhaps there could still be some
sort of clue that could point her in the right direction. She
didn’t have an exact location, but she had a good idea of the
general vicinity of the site of the car wreck.
    Kate walked out to the
buggy and untied the horse, patting his glossy neck before climbing
aboard the buggy. After trotting for some time, the buggy arrived
at the park that had been mentioned in the news
report.
    Kate drove around,
looking for any signs of a tree that could have been hit recently.
Other than some poorly trimmed bushes and an abandoned sneaker that
hung from an electrical wire, nothing seemed out of place in the
slightest. She circled the area several times and decided to head
toward the neighbor’s land where the body was found. Just a few
minutes later, she came upon a clearing right to the side of the
road. Some ribbons of caution tape blew in the wind, still wrapped
around a barely standing tree. Its bark was severely scuffed, and
there were some large, broken branches dotting the ground beneath
it. This had to be where the car was found.
    Kate carefully tied
the horse to a tree well away from the road, and looked around the
scene. She noticed several shards of glass decorating the ground
and some deep tire impressions in the soft earth. Crouching down on
one knee, she carefully examined the marks, but she knew they would
be of no help to her. The police already knew the make and model of
the vehicle, so the tires would surely match it, she thought.
“Hmm,” she said softly.
    Kate was startled by
the sudden low buzzing of what appeared to be some type of music.
She looked around, but could see nothing that could be emitting
such a sound. There were no cars on the desolate, forgotten back
road. The ringing continued, so Kate walked toward the source of
the noise.
    As she approached the
melody, Kate realized it was coming from a large set of bushes
located several yards away from the damaged tree. Making her way
over, she peered between a few short branches, hoping to catch a
glimpse of the source of this unexpected music. To her surprise,
what appeared to be a small electronic screen lit up and rumbled as
the device danced to the rhythm of the ring tone. It was an
abandoned cell phone that must have been discarded there recently.
Kate reached in through the sharp, needle-like leaves of the
evergreen shrub, gripped the phone in her hand, and pulled it from
its hiding place.
    Kate looked around to
make sure nobody had been watching her, and then decided to head
back to the buggy and examine the newly discovered cell phone in
privacy. Once she was back inside the buggy, Kate tried to look
through the phone; however, there was an obvious problem - it was
locked, and to get in, she needed to swipe the touch screen
interface in a specific order and pattern. After trying for some
time to connect the dots in the correct sequence, Kate became more
and more frustrated as attempt after attempt
failed.
    Finally, just as she
was about to give up, she noticed it was possible for the sequence
to outline a letter. First she used her finger to trace a Z -
nothing happened. Then, she tried a Y - definitely not. “This is so
frustrating,” she said aloud. Right before she placed the phone
down, Kate had the urge to try just one more time. After she swiped
a V from left to right, the phone unlocked, giving her free access
to the device and all of its contents.
    The first place she
looked for clues was the phone’s photo album. As she scrolled
through several images, a clear portrait of a man who was most
likely the victim appeared. Because it was taken in the manner of a
selfie, she assumed that the phone must have belonged to the
victim. Reinforcing her claim, the man’s social media sites were
all linked, proving the identity of the cell’s
owner.
    Maybe she could find a
contact who would be willing to give her some information about the
guy and with whom he was involved. Yet the list of names and phone
numbers