first spoke to the debtors. “I’ve been working on the books for the stables for several months now and I never saw anything that looked like a considerable debt. We owed money in various places, but just the usual small amounts to the auctioneers and a few contractors for work done on the stables. None of it makes sense.”
Bailey allowed Sabrina to go off on her various tangents while he thought over the situation with Trevor. After a while he said, “Just go back to work tomorrow and tell Trevor about the calls and let him deal with it, alright? Seems to be some personal debts that the old man accrued along the way somehow.”
“Okay,” Sabrina said with a weak smile on her lips.
“Well, I’ve got a widows’ meeting to go to straight after dinner,” Silvie announced.
“Can I come with you, Silvie?”
Silvie raised her eyebrows. Sabrina had been to two widows’ meetings and had complained the whole time. Silvie knew that the other four widows found Sabrina spoilt and annoying. “Why do you want to come this time, Sabrina? You’ve complained the whole way through at each meeting you’ve gone to.”
Sabrina dropped her head. “I know, but they might be able to help figure the whole thing out.”
“No complaining?”
“I won’t make one complaint. Ach , do they have a couch yet?”
Silvie laughed. “ Nee , and don’t say a thing about it. They don’t seem to have the need to sit in something comfortable. They like their chairs.”
“Okay, so I can come if I don’t complain?” Sabrina asked.
Silvie nodded. “You can come.”
Silvie had made apple cupcakes with lemon icing that day to take to the gathering. Each of the five widows always made something delicious to take to their weekly get-togethers.
* * *
Two hours later, Silvie and Sabrina knocked on the door of the elderly schweschders, Ettie and Elsa-May. Not long after they were seated, the other two widows, Emma and Maureen, arrived.
As soon as everyone was seated, Silvie took a deep breath and began, “Sabrina wanted to come here tonight because something terrible happened at her work yesterday.”
Sabrina spoke across Silvie, “ Jah, my boss was murdered and Silvie was the one who found him.”
The widows gasped.
“How horrible for you,” Ettie said to Silvie.
Elsa-May shook her head with her eyes cast downward.
“How was he killed?” Emma asked.
“He was stabbed,” Sabrina said before Silvie could open her mouth.
“Where was he found?” Maureen asked.
This time Silvie was quick to speak. “I found him in one of the stables behind one of the horses.”
“He was in with a horse?” Maureen asked.
Silvie nodded.
“Well, we’re not looking for someone who was afraid of horses then,” Ettie said.
“So, you’ll help then?” Sabrina asked.
“The police don’t have any idea who did this?” Elsa-May asked.
Sabrina shook her head.
Silvie said, “Bailey talked to Crowley last night after the police interviewed everyone. They interviewed Silvie, me and the boss's son, Trevor, and a few employees. Anyway, Crowley wants Bailey to help him with the evidence.”
“How does Bailey feel about that?” Elsa-May asked, frowning at Silvie.
“He’d rather stay out of it. He’s left that part of his life behind him and is fearful to take it up again. You know the problems that he’s had with his nightmares and things?” Silvie said.
“ Jah, I’d understand that he’d want to stay away from anything like that,” Elsa-May said. “And what brings you here tonight, Sabrina?”
Sabrina brightened up. “I’ve come here to see if you could all help find who killed Mr. Caruthers. I know you’ve done things like that before.”
“Tell us what you know,” Ettie said.
“I’d seen Mr. Caruthers yesterday morning and that’s all, which isn’t unusual the day before an auction. He’ll usually come into his office of a morning and spend the rest of the day going over the paperwork for each horse,