Plain Murder (Amish Romance Mystery): Clean Mystery series (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 8) by Samantha Price Read Free Book Online Page B

something to the son?” Emma asked.
    “I would have except he was busy with the auction today. I’ll say something about it when I go into work tomorrow. I can’t help thinking that it’s all very strange. It’s strange that I know nothing about these two men.”
    “Interesting,” Elsa-May said. “What were their names?”
    “Clarkwell and Addison.”
    “Ettie and I can make some enquiries about them tomorrow and you see what you can find out from his son tomorrow too.”
    Sabrina nodded. “Okay. There’s another name I’d like you to look into as well; it’s Victor Parker; I believe that my old boss could’ve owed him money too.”
    “Come back here tomorrow night and see what we’ve found out,” Elsa-May said.

Chapter 9.
    But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts:
    and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:
    1 Peter 3:15
     
    As soon as Sabrina entered the office the next morning, she knew that something was not right. She could hear a low voice coming from Mr. Caruthers’ office and it was not Trevor’s voice. Sabrina stowed her things in the top drawer of her desk and then walked toward Mr. Caruthers’ office and put her ear to the door. There was definitely someone in there, maybe it was John Steele, but John would have gotten himself into a heap of trouble if Trevor came and saw him there. No, it wasn’t John’s voice.
    Sabrina opened the door a crack, but the door squeaked.
    She heard a man’s voice say, “I’ll call you back.” There was a sound as if he threw a cell phone onto the desk. “Who is it?”
    Sabrina knew she had no choice but to open the door fully and step through. “Who are you?” she said when she saw a young man with his feet crossed up on the desk.
    “Your new boss, I’d say, that is if you’re Sabrina. And I’d say you are Sabrina because I don’t see any other Amish women here today.” The man chuckled and added, “I’ve heard all about you.”
    Sabrina was used to being treated differently by Englischers, as if being Amish was an oddity. She inched her way into the office. The man appeared to be in his late twenties. He had short-cropped dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. “Where’s Trevor?”
    The man jumped to his feet, moved away from behind the desk, and stretched out his hand. “I’m Jamie Caruthers, Trevor’s older and better looking brother.”
    Sabrina opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She didn’t even know that May or Trevor had an older brother. Sabrina glanced at his outstretched hand and shook it. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know that Trevor and May had an older brother.”
    Jamie threw his head back and laughed. “I’m the black sheep of the family. May is the good one and Trevor is the bad, but still moderately acceptable one.” Jamie pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and flipped it open to show his driver’s license. He was a Caruthers. “I was in Europe and just got back yesterday.” Jamie sat back down behind the desk. “I guess you’ll be working for me from now on. You can start by making me coffee.”
    Still dazed by the revelation that there was an older brother in the Caruthers family, Sabrina walked toward the door then she turned back to Jamie. “Does Trevor know you’re here?” Sabrina knew that with Trevor’s temper there would most likely be an almighty row because Trevor expected to be the new boss.
    “Trevor is in jail, and also May.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Jail, you know, the place with bars and bad food?”
    Sabrina frowned at his careless manner about such an important matter. “I know what jail is, but you mean they are actually in jail?”
    “Happened last night. I only just got back into the country when I got a call from Dad’s lawyer saying that they were both in jail. He suggested that I drop what I’m doing and run the business before May and Trevor’s absence causes the