Guarding The Amish Midwife

How did one argue with that? Isaac jogged back to continue searching. In his mind, though, her words played over and over again. If he had any doubts about her telling the truth, which he hadn’t, they fled. No one would stand out in the cold to feel safer if it weren’t the truth, he reasoned. Plus, her eyes held far too much knowledge of the dark side of the world.

Ten minutes later, he found his first proof of the shooter’s presence. A bullet had lodged in the side of the building. He ran back to his car and grabbed some tools from his trunk. Carefully, he dug the bullet out and put it in an evidence bag.

Encouraged by what he found, he continued his search, meticulously scouring every inch for any sign of disturbance.

“Yo! Isaac! Got something!” Ryder shouted across the parking lot.

Isaac hurried over, careful not to step on anything useful.

“What do you have, Ryder?”

Ryder indicated the gravel at his feet. “Something was definitely pulled through here. Something big.”

Like a body. Isaac narrowed his glance at the ground. Ryder was correct. Something had been dragged through. He looked closer.

“Ryder, look here.” He pointed at a spot on the ground. “I think we have blood.”

Grabbing evidence bags and their phones, they went to work taking pictures and collecting samples of both the gravel and the blood. They might not be able to use them. They didn’t have the fastest DNA lab available to them. Nor was DNA always reliable.

It might not have been much. Unfortunately, it was all the evidence they had.

As they were walking back toward the cars, Isaac noticed something that had escaped their notice earlier. Under the bushes, lying on the ground, was a black baseball cap.

Lizzy gasped. “That looks like the hat that Bill was wearing when he picked me up this morning.”

They carefully extracted the hat from the bushes and added it to their evidence. There was an unusual design on the front. It was only partially there, though. It looked like someone had tried to rip it off, but missed some of it. Unfortunately, the part that remained was not part of any logo that he recognized.

“I can’t even tell what logo this is supposed to be. Can you tell?” Isaac frowned as he pointed it out.

The other cop shook his head. “No. Not with so much of it gone. Maybe it’s the logo for the place where he works. Or maybe a sports team of some kind. It’s possible someone will recognize it, although I’m not sure if there’s enough for that.” He snapped a picture of it.

“We’ll have to ask around, see if we can find anyone who recognizes it. Right now, I am going to take Lizzy into the station to see if she can identify our shooter. As long as I’m heading in that direction, I’ll take this stuff back to the station.”

Ryder gave him a thumbs-up. “I will start seeing if anyone recognizes this logo.”

In the car, Isaac turned the heat on and handed Lizzy a blanket. “I apologize that this is taking so long. As soon as I can, I will get you to your family’s house.”

“I understand. If I had thought about it, I would have asked to grab my bag from the trunk before the car was towed away.” She was silent for a moment. “Do you think that maybe this guy will forget about me?”

He did not want to answer that question, mainly because he didn’t like the answer that he knew he had to give. However, Isaac would never lie. He despised dishonesty.

“I don’t think he will forget about you, Lizzy.” She turned her pale face to him. “Right now, you are the one person who can identify him. He won’t forget that.”

Nor was he likely to let her go.

* * *

Lizzy regretted asking the question the minute the words left her mouth. It was too late to call them back. One look at Isaac’s face, though, and she knew what the answer would be. Had known it before she’d asked.

Once again, she was a target. For no other reason than that she had been in the wrong place. She was trapped in a weird nightmare and had no choice but to let it play out before she could be free from it.

The trip to the Waylan Grove station was silent. At some point, she dozed lightly, lulled to sleep by the rhythm of the car. A hand on her shoulder startled her awake.

She sat up with a shriek, her fist flying out to defend herself.

Belatedly, she realized where she was. When she saw Isaac rubbing the side of his head, she felt guilty.

“Sorry.” She had never been so mortified.

“Don’t worry about it.” He dropped his hand and smiled. “I should have known better than to jostle you awake like that.”

“That’s no excuse. I tend to startle easy.”

He nodded. “I will keep that in mind.”

Isaac left his side of the car, loping around to open her door. “Let’s get this done.”

The Waylan Grove Police Department was bigger than the LaMar Pond one, but not by much. The open desk area where the officers sat was similar, as well. They entered, and the conversation softened to a low buzz. Isaac led her past the desks and into a room near the back. He left briefly to talk with one of the other officers, then he returned. He flipped on a switch and indicated that she could hang up her cloak on the rack in the corner.

“I doubt it will dry by the time you leave, but maybe it will a little.”

It was sweet of him to be so concerned about her.

A few minutes later, a female cop walked in. Lizzy looked at the bag she was carrying.

“My bag!”

The woman laughed. “Isaac said you had left it in the trunk. The chief okayed us to get it out and bring it to you. There’s a bathroom across the hall. Go ahead and change into something dry.”

Not waiting to hear more, Lizzy rushed over and grabbed her bag. “Denke. It will be good to be warm again.”

Isaac and the woman laughed softly. Hurrying to the bathroom, she searched through the bag, quickly locating the items she needed. She even found a clean kapp to put on her head. Never again would she take dry clothes, or being warm, for granted.

When she returned to the room, Isaac pulled out a chair for her. She sat, then looked up at him expectantly.

He sighed. “Okay. I want to know if you would be willing to look through the images we have to see if you can identify the man you saw. If you can, we’ll try to arrest him. Soon as that’s done, you could be on your way home to your family in no time.”

“I hope so. I will look at your pictures.”

What she hadn’t counted on was the sheer volume of pictures. It took her nearly two hours to go through each and every picture. And still, she did not find an image that matched.

“Are you sure you would recognize him if you saw him?” Isaac stood to pace the room.

“I would recognize him. I will probably have nightmares of his face for years to come. His picture is not here.”

Moving back to the table, Isaac turned and leaned against it. “I believe you. I had hoped his picture would be in the database.”

“Jah, me, too. Did I look at all the pictures?”

“Yup. That was all of them.”

“What do we do? I didn’t see him.” She crossed her arms and rubbed her hands up and down them, shivering slightly, although not from being cold.

“The visual artist will be in tomorrow morning. You will have to come back and give her a description, so she can make a copy of his image to circulate.”

“What about going to my family?”

Isaac did not answer right away, which meant she was not going to like his answer. “Here’s the deal, Lizzy. I want to take you there, but I also want to offer you police protection.”

“That will not happen, Isaac. My uncle will never agree to that.”

Irritation flashed across his face and then vanished. Had she imagined it? She didn’t think so. Something she had said had bothered him. A lot.

“What was that expression for?”

Rubbing his hand through his hair, he avoided her eyes for a few seconds.

“Isaac?”

Finally, he answered. “I’m sorry, Lizzy. Your safety is important. So is that of your family. I really think you should stay in town tonight where we can guard you. I can have someone go to your relatives’ house and explain where you are.”

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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