Dana R. Lynn - Guarding The Amish Midwife

That was not what she wanted. Part of her wanted to stubbornly insist he drive her out to Addie’s house. But she would never forgive herself if her cousin or her other relatives were injured because of her.

“ Jah. I would appreciate that.”

His jaw dropped open. “I was sure you’d argue with me.”

The shock on his face amused her. She huffed out a quiet laugh. Her amusement didn’t last. “I have been in a similar situation before, Isaac. I know that sometimes it is best to work with the police.”

He went still. Why had she said anything? She never talked about what had happened.

Ryder entered the room a minute later, putting their conversation on hold. Lizzy took one look at his face and knew that the news had just gone from bad to worse. Isaac straightened away from the wall and faced his coworker.

“What’s the bad news?” Isaac said.

Ryder sat down at the table and stretched his long legs out in front of him.

“The bad news is that I wasn’t able to get any identification on the logo. The shooter, however, might have been a different story. Did he have a scar on his forehead?” Ryder used his finger to imitate the jagged shape of the scar on his own forehead.

Lizzy started. She had forgotten about that. “ Jah. He had a scar. It was red still, as if it were recent.”

He nodded. “My sources said the shooter could be a young man by the name of Zave. No last name. He has a rep for being a drug dealer, and a vicious one at that. Apparently, Zave has a nasty temper.”

“Zave? That’s unusual,” Isaac mused. “Anything else?”

Ryder shook his head. “No one wanted to talk. I was astonished to get this much. Whatever he looks like, he has people scared. The word on the street is that his enemies, those who get in his way, they tend to disappear.”

“A drug dealer!” Lizzy covered her mouth with her hand, horrified. The idea had never occurred to her.

Both men shot glances her way.

“It makes sense.”

“What does?” she asked Isaac, even as Ryder nodded in agreement.

Isaac met her gaze squarely. “It makes sense that Zave would be a drug dealer. I think we’ll find that Bill was one of his customers.”

Lizzy hadn’t thought the day could get much worse. She was wrong. She had fallen on the bad side of a drug dealer who had no last name, that no one could describe, but who had enough power to make people disappear.

People like her. Who was she, after all, but an Amish girl from a very small community in a quiet part of Pennsylvania? If she disappeared, would her family go to the police? It was a possibility, especially since her kidnapping. She recalled her father had allowed police officers at her brother’s wedding four years ago because Rebecca had been in danger again.

They hadn’t been so quick to go to the police the first time her sister had been taken, though. She remembered when Rebecca had been kidnapped with a few of her school friends so many years ago. Her parents had been hesitant to work with the police, but they had. To an extent. When it came to having Rebecca actually testify against her kidnapper, they had refused. Rebecca had gone against her parents’ and the bishop’s wishes and testified. It hadn’t been a difficult decision for her, though, because she’d already made the decision to leave the community so she could take advantage of the deaf community in the Englisch world. Being deaf had kept Rebecca isolated from many in the community. She didn’t read lips, and the language she used was American Sign Language, which her parents had struggled to learn. No one had blamed her when she left.

Lizzy, however, wouldn’t leave.

Isaac’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket. “It’s the chief. Hold on a minute.” He answered the phone. “Yoder here, Chief.”

It seemed strange hearing an Amish last name in that way.

“Yes, ma’am, she’s here with me. I can do that.”

A second later he hung up the phone. She tensed at the expression on his face. It was grave, and her insides quivered as she waited to hear what was coming.

“We might have a sighting on the car that Zave drove. It looks like he abandoned it. I didn’t get a good look at it when he drove past us, so the chief wants me to take you to where it was found. She hopes that you might be able to confirm it was the car used by our shooter.”

She nodded. “I can do that.”

He stood. “Let’s head out. The sooner we find this guy, the sooner you’ll be safe to go to your cousin’s house.”

She grabbed her cloak from the rack where it had been hanging and tossed it over her shoulders. The black bonnet was quickly pulled on over her kapp . Then she was ready to leave. Even as she walked out to his cruiser with him, though, Lizzy couldn’t completely quell her nerves. She was once again mixed up with a killer. Would she be alive when it was all over?

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