Love Inspired Suspense September 2015 #1 (28 page)

“I can't. I have to clean up this mess.” She stared at the broken plate in one hand and the leaf of lettuce in the other. A throbbing pain started behind her eyes.

The professor took the piece of ceramic out of her hand. “It can wait.” He guided her to the seat he had vacated. She dropped the lettuce on a napkin and lifted her gaze to her son.

Rebecca threaded her fingers, leaned forward and whispered. “What did you say?” She fought the hysteria welling up inside her, unwilling to make more of a spectacle of herself. She was tired of being a spectacle.

Samuel leaned across the table, desperation in his voice. “Uri and Jonas are growing marijuana plants on our land.” He lowered his head and furtively glanced around the diner.

Rebecca did the same. Several diners were staring at their table. A busboy was cleaning up the mess she had made. Rebecca leaned past the professor and touched the young man's shoulder. “Thank you, Jason. I was clumsy.”

The young man smiled. “No problem, Mrs. Fisher. I got it.” He put the last remnant of the ruined dinner in a large gray bus tub. “I'll sweep up the rest.”

Rebecca looked up, confusion swirling around her head. “Oh, I need to apologize to the table for dropping their food. I need—”

He touched her hand. “Hold on.”

She stared at him, but couldn't really see him. Her mind was reeling.

Flo strolled over and smiled. “I'll take care of the table. Don't worry.”

Tears stung the back of Rebecca's nose. “Thank you.”

As the other diners seemed to go back to their meals and the din in the diner returned to its normal level, Rebecca kept her voice low, confident no one would overhear her. “Why did you let them?” she asked Samuel.

Hurt lingered in her son's eyes. “I didn't. I only figured out what they were doing a few months ago. Shortly before Elmer's accident.” He bowed his head, then looked back up. “That's why I felt bad about Elmer. It wasn't simply because I knew he was doing drugs. It was because I didn't stop Uri and Jonas for providing him with drugs.”

All the color seemed to have drained out of Samuel's face. “I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest with you,
Mem
.”

“How did you figure out they were growing marijuana?” Tommy spoke for the first time.

“Elmer was living in our barn and he asked me for drugs.”

Rebecca pressed her fingers into her temples.

“I had no idea what he was talking about. Elmer told me the plants weren't ready yet, but Uri had some drugs on him to sell,” Samuel continued. “I don't know where he got them. Maybe they used someone else's land before ours.”

“I don't understand any of this.”

“I should have told someone. Maybe Elmer wouldn't have died.”

“And you saw the plants?” Tommy asked.

Samuel scrubbed a hand across his face and frowned. “Elmer showed me. He led me through the cornfields. In the far back corner of the field, I found them. There were these plants, plants like I had never seen.”

“How did you know what they were?” Tommy asked, pushing his empty plate to the center of the table.

Samuel's cheeks flushed. “I took a picture of them with my phone and then did a Google search.”

Rebecca ran a hand across her forehead. She had no idea what he was talking about. Her mouth grew dry. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“They told me they wouldn't do it again. I had to keep quiet through harvest season.

“Then, a few days later Elmer died. They warned me if I told anyone about the marijuana, people would blame me for Elmer's death. That law enforcement would take away our land.”

“Did they threaten you to keep you quiet?” the professor asked.

“They bribed me by giving me things.” Deep lines marred his forehead. “Like the laptop. My cell phone.” He averted his gaze. “They weren't Elmer's things. I wasn't truthful last night,
Mem
. I just wanted all this to stop.”

Rebecca's pulse beat loudly in her ears.

“I should have told you, but I got caught up in the lies and I was afraid. I'm sorry.” He pushed his hand through his hair, leaving it standing up, reminding Rebecca of the little boy who used to come downstairs in his night clothes asking for apple biscuits. What she wouldn't do to go back to those days.

“But my conscience started to bother me. I thought I'd be no better than my...than Willard. I didn't want to get Jonas and Uri in trouble. I told them they had to destroy the crops. Get them off our property.”

“How did they respond?” Tommy asked, pulling his cell phone out and checking the screen.

Samuel bowed his head. “They threatened
Mem
if I didn't allow the plants to come to harvest. When you started asking around, they started scaring you. I fear they ran you off the road last night, but I promise you, I wasn't in the car.”

How could these boys she'd welcomed into her home try to hurt her?

Rebecca closed her eyes briefly. Fear and confusion gave way to a strange sense of relief. “You did the right thing. Now I can go to Mr. and Mrs. Yoder. They're good people. They'll get their sons to listen. Get them to obey.”

Samuel looked up, an air of disbelief in his expression. “That's not going to work.”

“We have to do something,” Rebecca said in a soft voice.

“We should call the sheriff,” the professor said.

Rebecca shook her head adamantly. “
Neh.
We can't call the sheriff. I don't want to get the boys in trouble with law enforcement. It's not the Amish way.”

“What they did is illegal,” the professor said.

“We need to approach their parents first. Mr. Yoder will rein his sons in. I know it.”

The professor stared at her for a minute before nodding. “We'll start with the parents, but I can't promise you we won't call the sheriff.”

SEVEN

J
ake climbed into his truck and looked in the rearview mirror. He could see Samuel in the backseat of the extended cab, staring out the window, an unreadable expression on his face.

“It's going to be okay, Samuel.” Rebecca buckled her seat belt and slumped into the seat next to Jake. The smell of French fries clung to her clothes. “You did the right thing by telling us. Everything is going to be okay.” Her statement sounded more like a question, suggesting she had no idea if everything was going to be okay. If only Jake could give her assurances.

Rebecca turned to Jake. “Thanks for the ride. It saves me paying the hired driver. Are you sure it's not too much trouble to pick up my daughters after we speak to Mr. Yoder?”

“No trouble at all.”

When Tommy came out of the diner after paying the bill with Jake's credit card, Jake lowered the driver's side window. Tommy handed the card to him and said, “I'm going to bum a ride from one of my friends back to the university.” Tommy leaned in and smiled weakly at Samuel in the backseat. He lowered his voice. “I'd rather not get caught up in all this... I think if I keep some distance, we won't jeopardize my association with the Amish.”

“Have a good night, then.” Jake watched Tommy, dressed in jeans and a university sweatshirt, stroll away. Jake had a hard time imagining Tommy growing up Amish. He had a worldly way about him.

Jake rolled up the window and pulled out onto Main Street. The silence in the truck was like a fourth occupant who couldn't be ignored.

When his truck crested the country road, Jake glanced in the rearview mirror and studied an unsuspecting Samuel. The young Amish man took off his hat and scrubbed a hand over his hair. The lines around his eyes revealed his stress.

“I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to the Yoders. Are we doing the right thing?” Rebecca asked in a soft voice laced with concern and worry.

Jake wanted to reassure her, tell her everything was going to be fine, but he knew they had a rough road ahead of them. “It's a start, but I'd feel better if we had called the sheriff.”

“Not yet. Let's keep this matter among the Amish.” She gave Jake a pointed glare. Jake, who was clearly not Amish.

Samuel made a disagreeable noise. “What have I done?” he muttered. “I should have kept quiet.”

“You couldn't keep going on this way. You haven't been yourself. You've done the right thing. We'll help you straighten out this mess.
Without
the sheriff,” Rebecca added for emphasis.

Jake parked in front of the Yoders' farm. “You can wait here.” Jake felt strangely protective of Rebecca.

“No, I need to talk to the Yoders myself. I've known them for a long time. They've known my family.”

Samuel didn't say anything as he climbed out of the truck.

A soft light glowed in the front window. Jake smiled at Samuel, trying to reassure him.

Jake knocked, and a few seconds later an older gentleman opened the door. “
Yah?
How can I help you?” The line between his eyes eased when he noticed Rebecca. “Rebecca, is something wrong?”

“Are Uri and Jonas home?” she asked, a hint of apology in her tone.

Mr. Yoder fingered his unkempt beard. “
Yah
, we're finishing our meal.” He turned away from the door without inviting them in. From inside, Jake heard a lot of commotion, perhaps standard when a family had ten children.

Jake's stomach pitched. It had been a little over three months ago when he pushed Elmer to go to his father regarding his drug use. Jake never could have imagined the series of events that would follow, ending in tragedy. And here he was, an outsider standing on his Amish neighbor's stoop.

Uri appeared at the door with an innocent-looking expression. “What's going on?”

“Where's your brother?”

Uri grabbed the door and opened it wider. Jonas stood next to his father. His expression was less cocky than his brother's.

“What's going on?” Mr. Yoder asked with a strong Pennsylvania Dutch accent.

“We believe your sons have been growing marijuana on Rebecca's farm.”

Mr. Yoder pulled his head back. A look of confusion and fear crossed his dark eyes. “Growing what?”

“Marijuana,” Samuel spoke up for the first time. “They plan on selling it and making a lot of money.”

A muscle ticked in Uri's jaw and Jonas gave his brother a sideways glance.

Mr. Yoder turned to face his sons. “Is this true?” Without waiting for an answer, he turned back to Rebecca. “Who told you my sons planted this marijuana?”

“
My
son.” Rebecca played with the folds of her gown.

“
Dat
, me and Jonas had nothing to do with those crops.”

“You knew about the marijuana?” his father asked accusingly.

“I didn't know what it was until Samuel told me.”

“That's not true,” Samuel bit out. “That's not true at all.”

Uri turned to his father, a dark look in his eyes. “
Dat
, I have never lied to you. I was afraid to say anything for fear we'd be fired. Jonas and I know how much this family needs the extra money from our work as farmhands.”

Mr. Yoder flinched.

Uri bowed his head contritely. “Who are you going to believe? Me or Samuel,
Willard Fisher's
son?”

Rebecca stumbled backward and Jake grabbed her arm to steady her. “Keep calm,” he whispered close to her ear.

Mr. Yoder ran his hand down his beard again. “The crops are on
your farm
, Rebecca. Don't come here and accuse my boys of these things. They are
gut
boys.” Mr. Yoder hiked his chin. “I think it's time you left.”

Mr. Yoder stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind him, leaving his sons inside.

“My son isn't lying,” Rebecca said. “Your sons have taken advantage of my situation and used my land to grow marijuana.”

Mr. Yoder pinched his lips together and shook his head. “I suggest you leave before I call the sheriff.”

Jake squeezed Rebecca's elbow. “Let's go.”

She yanked her elbow away. “Mr. Yoder,” she pleaded.

Mr. Yoder stood his ground. “Sounds like a convenient excuse. How do you know Samuel's not looking for a way out?” The anger flashed in the older man's eyes.

“
Mem
, I had nothing to do with those crops.”

“I suggest you get your son under control.” Mr. Yoder paused a long few seconds. “My sons won't be working on your farm any longer. It seems your family is a bad influence.” And with that, he shut the door on the conversation.

With a firm hand to the small of her back, Jake led Rebecca to his truck. When Samuel didn't follow, Jake called to him over his shoulder.
“Let's go.”
Jake didn't want any more trouble tonight that would require either him or the Yoders to call the sheriff. “We have to pick up your sisters.”

Right now it was their word against Samuel's, and after recent events, the sheriff might be more likely to believe the Yoders.

* * *

That night in bed, Rebecca tossed and turned, a million things going through her mind. What if Samuel was lying? What if he had been looking for a way out and decided to pin his mistake on the Yoders? What if he was growing the marijuana?

Willard had committed murder under her watch and she'd had no idea.

Rebecca rolled over and punched her pillow. She felt sick.

After everything Willard had done to put her family in a bad light, how could she and Samuel convince anyone he was telling the truth?
If
he was telling the truth. Her family wasn't exactly well respected in the Amish community.

Feeling queasy, Rebecca propped up her pillows, hoping that would help. She took a deep breath.

Nothing would help.

Rebecca had hoped Samuel would confide in her once she put her daughters to bed, but he had retreated to his room and slammed the door.

Nothing—yet everything—had changed.

A tear slid down her cheek and plopped on the pillow. She felt as if her relationship with Samuel was beyond repair.

Could she ever reach him now?

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and think of her blessings: Katie and Grace. Rebecca wanted to hold everyone she loved close. As if that could stop her world from spinning out of control.

The fierce protectiveness she felt for her family was also reminiscent of the days after Willard's arrest. Yet, after her husband had been arrested, Rebecca also had felt a strange sense of freedom, unlike she'd ever had.

Had this freedom ruined Samuel?

Rebecca pulled her quilt up to her chin and smoothed the fabric, running her fingers along the careful stitching she and her mother had done back when Rebecca still had dreams of a happy marriage and a quiet life in Apple Creek.

Her life had turned out nothing like she had planned.

No one planned to marry a murderer.

Rebecca closed her eyes. Sweet, handsome Jake filled her mind.
The professor.
She didn't know if she'd ever be able to call him anything else. She felt that she'd be breaching the social norms if she called him Jake.

Jake. Jacob.

Nervousness tingled across her skin. The professor had told her he'd be back tomorrow between the classes he taught at the university. They could plan their next steps then. He promised he wouldn't call the sheriff, and she only prayed the Yoders didn't either. It was unlikely; the Amish preferred to handle things on their own.

A new surge of adrenaline made her restless. Rebecca tossed back the covers and swung her legs over the edge. She hated that she doubted her son. She closed her eyes and prayed for God's guidance. And for help in believing in a young man she had grown to consider her son.

Maybe her influence had come too late.

Pacing the hardwood floor, she suddenly had the urge to do something. She could no longer lead a passive life waiting for her world to implode. Waiting for someone to help her. She had to help herself.

Help her family.

She pulled back the curtain on the window. A bright moon and a million stars dotted the night sky. Besides the barn and a few outbuildings, all she could see were the crops. Acres and acres of corn.

And marijuana.

Dressed in her nightclothes, she slipped into her young daughters' bedroom and kissed each of them on the forehead, breathing in their fresh scent. Her daughters consistently brought her joy and she'd do whatever it took to protect them from further hurt.

She passed Samuel's closed door, lingering long enough to drag her fingers along the cool wood.

Oh, Samuel, I wish you'd come to me a long time ago. Now I don't know what to believe...

The wood on the stairs creaked under her weight as she descended to the first floor, her hand gliding along the smooth banister, the one her children's great-grandfather had carved. The rock solidness of her life, the one built on the foundation of her family's Amish ancestors, was crumbling around her.

Rebecca yanked her coat from the hook by the back door, slipped her bare feet into her cold boots and stepped out onto the back porch. The fall air smelled crisp. Fresh. Refreshing.

She'd never be happy anywhere but here. On a farm. Close to God's creation. The moonlight glowed brightly in the night sky, casting the crops in a white glow.

Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the barn. She pulled back the heavy door and stepped inside, slivers of moonlight glinting in between the wood slats. Buttercup neighed at her intrusion before settling back in.

Crossing to the back of the barn where Willard had kept his tools, she grabbed a sickle from its hook. She wondered if there was a better tool, but decided this would have to do. Growing up on a farm, she wasn't unfamiliar with the tools, she just wasn't as experienced with using them as her older brothers had been.

Gripping the wood handle tightly in her right hand, she trudged toward the cornfields. Based on Samuel's description, the evil drugs should be hidden in the far corner of the field where her property ended and a thick lot of trees started.

Holding the sickle by her side, she held her left hand out to push aside the stalks as she strode deeper into the fields. The earth shifted under her footsteps, adding to her sense of unsteadiness. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the
hoot-hoot-hoot
of an owl.

Goose bumps raced across her flesh. She slowed her pace and turned around, unsure if the sounds she heard were of her own making or if they were out of place.

A giggle bubbled up.
Out of place?
There was nothing about this entire scene that made sense. Nerves implored her to go back home. Crawl into bed and cover her head. To never get out of bed again.

“No, I'm going to do this,” she muttered. “I'm going to protect my family.”

Tightening her grip on the sickle, she turned and walked forward. Her sense of hopelessness had been replaced by something else. Confidence. Assuredness. Determination.

She could do something. Help Samuel.

Just as Samuel had said, tall bushy plants grew where the corn stopped.
This must be the marijuana.
Feeling their soft leaves, a hint of citrus tickled her nose. How dare the Yoder boys betray her trust and use her land to grow drugs.

The tired, weary face of Mrs. King slammed into her memory. Poor Elmer had been high on drugs when he'd crashed his car into a tree.

Rebecca feared she was going to be sick. She focused all her attention on calming breaths until her stomach settled.

A new emotion, one she hadn't allowed herself to feel when Willard was arrested, washed over her.
Rage.

She lifted the solid sickle and whacked at the thick stem of the unfamiliar plants. The sharp blade sliced through the stem, felling the plant. She lifted her hand again and again.