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The Secrets of Crittenden County
BOOK THREE
Shelley Shepard Gray
Dedication
In loving memory of my mother, Barbara Galloway
Epigraph
Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces.
Psalm 35:5
It is better to look ahead and prepare than to look back with regret.
Amish Proverb
Contents
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Author's Note
Questions for Discussion
About the Author
Also by Shelley Shepard Gray
An Excerpt from Daybreak
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
Jacob Schrock knew how to keep a secret. It was the way he had been raised.
His parents ran Schrock’s Variety, which was in a lot of ways the center of their community.
Since he was his parents’ only child, he’d always known he would take over the business. Even when he was small, sitting by his parents’ side at the front counter, he felt a part of things. He also learned that selling merchandise to most of their friends and neighbors meant being privy to a lot of information they’d just as soon keep private.
“It’s not our place to comment on purchases, Jacob,” his father had told him all his life. “We offer things for them to buy, not gossip about.”
By the time he was six or seven, he had taken that advice to heart. He became adept at going about his business with only half an ear to the private conversations floating around him.
Now, though, he wished he hadn’t gotten so good at hiding his emotions.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come over tomorrow night?” Lydia Plank asked. “My mamm’s going to make popcorn and hot chocolate.”
“And probably another hundred things,” Frannie Eicher said. “Your mother is a wonderful-gut cook.”
As Jacob sat, listening to his friends chatter, he felt the iron grip with which he’d held himself tight slowly lessen. He’d missed this. He missed this . . . normality.
He and a group of his friends—Lydia, Walker Anderson, Beth Byler, and Frannie—sat on the store’s porch, some in rockers, some sitting on the porch railing, drinking hot apple cider, eating day-old donuts, and basically doing what people his age did when they could: gossiping about life.
This slice of normal was just what he needed.
He craved it after what had happened during his last argument with Perry.
Still talking food, Lydia grinned. “My mother has a reason for making so many treats for me and my friends. She knows if everyone’s there, she’ll be able to know what we’re doing.”
“We are all over eighteen,” Beth said. Looking around, she added, “Most of us are over twenty. Your mamm shouldn’t care what we do anymore.”
Frannie grabbed another donut and scoffed. “Parents always care, Beth.”
“My mamm is interested, but she’ll stay out of the way, I promise,” Lydia said. “It will be fun.”
“Sounds exciting,” Walker Anderson said sarcastically, though not in a mean way. Just because he was English didn’t mean he was stuck up like that. But he didn’t hang out with them much.
Jacob considered accepting Lydia’s invitation, but only for a minute. If he went, the conversation inevitably would turn to talk of Perry, of his recent exploits, his new friends, and of how Jacob’s father had fired him.
Jacob definitely didn’t want to go down that rabbit hole. “I don’t think I can make it, but thanks for asking,” he said.
Ever since his father had fired Perry Borntrager for stealing money out of the cashbox, Jacob had been feeling more and more out of sorts. Perry had been angry and hurt that Jacob had never warned him that he was going to be let go.
And though his daed had been right, and Jacob had been mad at Perry about the thefts, it had been uncomfortable. After all, he and Perry had been friends all their lives.
To make matters worse, everyone in the county seemed to know what had happened. And Jacob, used to keeping others’ secrets, had been having a difficult time dealing with how everyone knew one of his.
Now, a few weeks later, things hadn’t gotten much easier. Perry lurked around the store with new Englischers. Sometimes even wearing fancy sunglasses, of all things, even when it was dark outside.
The two of them, once close friends, had become distant. There was a lot of anger pulsing between them. Misplaced on Perry’s part—he never was one to take responsibility for his actions.
And as Jacob watched his father struggle with firing a boy he’d practically help raise, Jacob’s resentment grew. He was so angry that Perry had taken advantage of his family, of their friendship.
He’d never even apologized.
Lydia shrugged, bringing Jacob back to the present.
“All right, Jacob. But if you change your mind . . .”
“If I change my mind, I’ll let you know,” he replied. He breathed deep, desperate to push away his dark thoughts. Desperate to concentrate on the friends he still had.
But then one glance over Lydia’s shoulder proved that goal was going to be impossible. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to come around here,” he muttered.
Of course, his barely suppressed anger brought everyone else to their feet and turning around. Perry was walking toward the store with his sister, Deborah, at his side.
As if any of them would want to talk to the Borntragers.
Lydia closed her eyes and sighed at the sight of her ex-boyfriend.
“You don’t have to talk to him, Lydia,” Jacob blurted. He knew breaking up with Perry had broken her heart. “We should go inside and ignore them both.” In two seconds, all of them could be inside and pretend the Borntragers weren’t a stone’s throw away.
“You want to ignore Deborah?” Frannie asked, her tone horrified. “Jacob, we can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right. Deborah’s never done anything wrong.”
Still more concerned with Lydia, who had tears in her eyes and, selfishly, himself, he said, “I don’t want to talk to them.”
But Beth, being Beth, couldn’t seem to let it go. “That don’t make sense, Jacob. You can’t blame Deborah for her brother’s actions.”
Sure he could. He’d always taken responsibility for his family and their actions. He expected the same of others. Plus, he’d watched enough people in the store to k
now that most family members were aware of what other people in their homes did even if they pretended to turn a blind eye.
There was no doubt in his mind that Deborah had known that Perry was stealing from the store. For that matter, she’d probably known all along and had been protecting Perry.
“Don’t make a big deal out of nothing, Jacob,” Walker said. “It’s still a free country. You can’t expect Perry to never walk on your store’s sidewalk.”
Jacob knew Walker was probably right. And when he spied Deborah casting a quick, longing glance their way, he knew Beth was probably right, too. It was wrong to shun Perry’s sister for his crimes.
But just because he knew what the right thing to do was, it didn’t mean he had to do it. So instead of relaxing, he rose and stood near the door to the store. Watching and glaring. Waiting for them to walk by. In just a few minutes, they’d be gone. Then they could relax and pretend that they’d never seen Perry and Deborah.
But Frannie ruined everything. She rushed down the steps. “Hi, Deborah. Hey, uh . . . Perry.”
The siblings stopped and looked at her warily.
Beside Jacob, Walker groaned.
Jacob held his breath, hating that he had no control over the situation.
He felt completely ineffectual as Frannie barreled on. “Deborah, you want to join us?”
Both siblings looked startled by the invitation. “Well, I don’t know,” Deborah said, looking at Perry.
Jacob gritted his teeth. He ached to tell Frannie to take back the invitation. Or to just leave with Perry and Deborah.
After a split second, Perry turned his head. Met Jacob’s gaze. Jacob stared right back, daring Perry to approach him.
“Go ahead, Deb,” Perry finally murmured. “I don’t care.”
After another pause she nodded. “Okay, then, danke.”
Frannie hooked her arm around Deborah’s elbow and guided her onto the porch. Almost immediately, Beth walked over and hugged the girl.
All the while, Perry stood off to the side. Watching. To Jacob’s surprise, Walker brushed passed him, walked down the steps, and spoke to Perry for a minute or two. Then, with an annoyed shake of his head, Walker rejoined the others on the porch. More cider was poured, more snacks consumed. Their conversation was inane and forced, not a one of them glancing Perry’s way.
Jacob knew they were trying to pretend everything was just fine, but Jacob thought their actions were stupid. Perry was standing right there. On his property. He’d stolen money from his parents, he’d sold drugs to other kids in their community.
He was bad news, he was trouble and he deserved nothing. Not even to be ignored.
How could his friends look past that?
When another minute passed and Perry still stood on the sidewalk, Jacob walked down the steps. “What are you still doing here? You know you’re not wanted, don’t you?”
“I know. You’ve made sure of that, Jacob.” Laughing softly, Perry added, “I don’t think I would be welcome to even buy a stick of butter in your store.”
“You’d be right.”
A look of pain flashed through Perry’s eyes, surprising Jacob. And, for an instant, making him feel guilty.
Though he sensed his friends behind him were listening—and maybe didn’t even completely approve of the way he was acting—Jacob didn’t give up. “You need to go. I don’t want you here.”
Perry walked closer. Now only a few feet separated them.
Perry was at least thirty pounds heavier than Jacob, and had a good two inches on him, too. A prickly sense of fear inched up Jacob’s spine.
With a hard glare, Perry said, “So is it now against the law to stand here?”
“I don’t know if it’s against the law or not. It don’t matter, though. My father doesn’t want to see you ever again,” he retorted. Even though his father had never said that. “I sure don’t.”
An expression flew across Perry’s face. Perhaps it was disdain? Maybe more like disappointment?
After another second, Jacob added, “If Deborah wants to stay without you, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”
Jacob waited for Perry to argue. To refuse to budge. But instead, he just shrugged and walked away, his shoulders drooping slightly.
Almost as if he had been the one with a reason to be hurt.
Again, Jacob felt guilty. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so mean? Maybe there could’ve been a better way to remind Perry that he’d been the one to ruin their friendship?
His mind on that, he turned around and walked back up the steps. But when he looked at Deborah, sitting calmly there on his family’s front porch . . . just like her family had done nothing wrong . . . his anger and frustration got the best of him again.
“Listen, I’m going to start locking up. If y’all want to hang out together, you’re going to need to do it someplace else.”
Walker stood up to him. “Jacob, I know you’ve got a grudge against Perry, but you need to settle down. I don’t understand why you’re acting so crazy.”
Walker didn’t understand. None of them did. And, maybe he was acting a little crazy.
Actually, he probably was. As he grabbed a plate of donuts and strode into the dark store, he fought to control his temper.
Prayed for guidance.
Because one thing was sure. If he didn’t find a way to control his temper very soon . . . he would do something he would regret.
Chapter 1
“Most folks don’t know this, but Perry was afraid of the dark.”
DEBORAH BORNTRAGER
“It is better to look ahead than to look back and regret.”
Deborah Borntrager gazed at the Amish saying that her grandmother had neatly stitched as a sampler years and years ago and tried to embrace the notion.
But, as always, the pithy statement seemed far too corny to say and far too difficult to adopt. She’d always thought the simple saying was a little too “simple.” Especially since, lately, all she was doing was looking back with regrets.
But was that the reason her mother had hung the sampler on Deborah’s bedroom wall when she was a little girl? Looking backward instead of forward had long been her flaw.
After neatly securing her dark brown hair, pinning her kapp on her head, then placing her black bonnet, she walked past Perry’s old room and paused for a moment in his doorway.
Her gaze swept past his unmade bed, the dust gathered on his bureau, the cobwebs in the corners of the room. The police hadn’t been in his room since the day he disappeared, yet her mother had steadfastly refused to change a thing.
Not even when his lifeless body had been found at the bottom of a well.
It wasn’t the way of the Amish to dwell on death, but for her family, it was hard to let Perry go. Often, Deborah heard her mother enter his room late at night, but she never sat on the bed or touched anything. Instead, she’d just stand in the room and cry.
Deborah wrapped her arms around herself, felt her grief drape her like a cloak. Swallowing hard, she backed out of the doorway and continued down the narrow hallway, past the washroom and the closed door of her parents’ room, and trotted down the stairs, her shoes clicking softly on the wooden steps.
Once again, her father had left the house early for the fields, leaving the kitchen to her mother.
And once again, her mother hadn’t gotten out of bed.
In the weeks since Abby Anderson had found Perry’s body at the bottom of a well, her mother’s health had steadily declined. She’d become weak and listless, and even tonics didn’t seem to help much.
Deborah supposed she couldn’t blame her mother. No woman wanted to outlive her son. And no woman ever wanted to hear that her child had been murdered.
Instead of making coffee and breakfast for her mother like she usually did, Deborah fastened her cloak and l
eft the house as quickly as possible. She was going to find a job today.
She had to. No longer could she spend her days at home, worrying about her parents, mourning her brother, and wishing she could redo the past.
Yes, getting a job would be such a blessing in many ways. She could earn some money, have more independence, and finally have more in common with her girlfriends. Lydia Plank worked at her parents’ greenhouse, Beth babysat and had a day-care service for Englischers. And Frannie Eicher? Frannie owned her own bed and breakfast!
Yes, her friends seemed to know exactly what they were doing in their lives. And each of them had experienced a bit of romance lately as well.
Lydia and Walker Anderson had begun courting. Frannie and Luke Reynolds, the city detective investigating Perry’s death, were now seeing each other, too. And while Beth didn’t have a sweetheart, she’d confided to Deborah that she’d developed a little crush on one of the men who’d stayed at the inn while Frannie was in the hospital a few weeks ago.
All of her friends had felt that first tingling sense of interest from a man. She, on the other hand, had only gotten a good taste of disdain.
Pushing her doubts away, Deborah walked quickly through the woods and popped out near Stanton Park. It was a busy place today. Several mothers and their children were out, enjoying the sunny, warm morning. When one waved to her, Deborah waved back, then continued on to the first place she had in mind: an antique dealer.
Walking inside a garage, the home of Esther’s Antiques, she greeted the owner. “I’m looking for a job, Esther. Do you need some help?”
The older lady, dressed as usual in a thick black dress and apron, shook her head. “I’m sorry, Deborah, but I don’t.”
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