Breaking Silence by Linda Castillo Read Free Book Online

trying to rescue her husband and brother-in-law. I suspect she succumbed to the gases, blacked out, and fell into the pit. The kids tried, but they couldn’t get them out.”
    “Poor, poor children. Where are they now?”
    “They’re still at the house. Bishop Troyer is there with them.”
    Adam’s face darkens. “Then you know I’ve been excommunicated.”
    “The bishop told me.”
    “I bet he gave you an earful.” His laugh is bitter. “What else did he tell you?”
    Knowing the value of silence, I say nothing.
    “They’re my nephews and niece, Chief Burkholder. They should be with family. With me.”
    I can’t dispute the statement. From all appearances, he’s a decent, hardworking farmer. More importantly, he’s a blood relative. Their only blood relative. The house and property are neat and well kept. I’ll run a criminal check on him, but I’m betting he doesn’t have any convictions. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t assume custody of his niece and his nephews. I don’t mention the bishop’s assertion that the children should be raised Amish. But I can tell from Adam’s reaction that he’s already keenly aware of this.
    “Were you and the kids close?” I ask.
    “Up until four years ago, I was a big part of their lives.” Adam looks away for a moment, then raises defiant eyes to mine. “As you can see, I’m no longer Amish.”
    “Do you mind if I ask why?”
    “Lust, of course.” He gives me a wry smile. “I fell in love with an English woman.” The smile turns bitter. “We married, which is against the Ordnung , so I was put under the bann. I was unrepentant, refused to confess my so-called sins, so I was eventually excommunicated.” He shrugs. “Solly cut me out of the children’s lives.”
    “I’m sorry,” I say.
    “It was a bad time.”
    “So you were estranged from the family,” I say.
    “Yes.” His sigh is tired and heavy. “Maybe this is God’s way of bringing those children back to me. Maybe it’s His way of punishing those with small minds.”
    The statement takes me aback. It seems odd at a time like this—when he’s just been informed of his brothers’ deaths. Anyone who’s ever lived any length of time knows God doesn’t even the score and that sometimes that bitch Fate gets her way, right and wrong be damned.
    “Are you married?” I ask.
    “My wife died. I’m a widower.”
    I look down at the dogs, letting that bit of information settle in my brain. For a moment, the only sound comes from the caw of a crow perched on the fence.
    “I would like to see the children,” Adam says after a lengthy pause.
    I know the Amish will not keep this man from seeing his niece and his nephews. But he will not be welcomed by them. He’s an outsider now, an interloper. As a cop, I know the Amish have no right to keep Adam Slabaugh from his own blood.
    “Are there any other relatives?” I ask. “Aunts? Uncles? Grandparents?”
    He gives me a sage look. “You mean Amish relatives?”
    “I’m asking you if the children have any other living relatives,” I reply firmly.
    “Rachael’s mother, their grandmother, passed away just two months ago. She was old and frail. I am the only family they have left.”
    I nod, understanding all too well, and knowing everyone involved is destined for heartache. “Are you going to pursue legal custody?”
    “Of course. Why shouldn’t I? Those children need to be with family. I’m their uncle.” He blinks, his eyes watery. “I love them.”
    I don’t expect any trouble from the Amish, but I know from experience that when kids are involved, emotions many times supersede civility. I offer the best piece of advice I can. “If you plan to pursue custody, you might want to get yourself a lawyer.”
    “Do you think I’ll need one?”
    “A lawyer will be able to help you navigate through the legal end of it. That’ll make things easier for you. Probably best to do things by the book in this case.” I reach into my