A Dark Amish Night by Jenny Moews Page A

truck maybe.” Ollie radioed the forensic team and got them started on getting pictures and molds of the tire tracks.
       “Well, Quinn, I’d say we got enough to get started on, and I better head on back home. You sure you don’t wanna pack it in here and just come on back with me?” 
       It was a tempting offer and Quinn could not deny that there was a small part of him that wanted to do just that, but there was no way he was leaving Hannah now.
       “Aw, Ollie, I can’t say it isn’t tempting, but I can’t let this one go, you know. I got a new widow with two young children in harm’s way. I just couldn’t live with myself if I let them down.”
        “Nope, and I knew you wouldn’t do it anyhow, but still I had to ask. Okay then, I’ll give you a call when I start getting some reports back.”
       “Do me a favor, Ollie, and put a fire under those lab techs. I need some answers, fast.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
      A Dark Amish Night
    Chapter Nine
     
     
     
     
     
     
         Hannah worked her way through the day as she always did, with mindless work allowing her to put her growing fears for her son to the side. Pounding dough for pie crust seemed the best way to let out some of her pent up frustrations. A simmering rage for her circumstances had threatened to boil over since her worst fears had been realized with the death of Eric, her most beloved, and then last night with a stranger who had invaded her home and threatened the wellbeing of her son. It was becoming more and more difficult not to want for great harm and even death to come to Eric’s killer, or killers as the case may be.
       Her thoughts again swung to Timothy. How dare these monsters threaten my son? Oh, Eric. What happened to you? How could this awful thing happen? A thousand questions and no answers . Pound! Pound! Pound! Hannah slammed her fist into the dough so hard the table shook and Ruth Anne began to cry.
       “Sister Hershberger, what is the matter?” Millie ran down the stairs and swooped up Ruth Anne in her arms.
       “Nothing… just my thoughts run away with me I guess. Ruth Anne needs a nap. Here, let me take her.” Hannah set the dough aside, shook off her flour covered apron and took a trembling Ruth Anne up the stairs leaving a bewildered Millie behind.
       After getting her toddler to sleep, Hannah decided to get some fresh air by hanging out wet laundry. She chided herself the whole time. Get it together, Hannah, you are scaring your own children. These thoughts of ill will are not the plain folk way. You cannot wish harm on anyone. Not even your husband’s murderers. That last thought made her physically sick.
       How could she help but be angry at the men who’d stolen the love of her life and now threatened her child? Not to mention they had invaded her home and she could no longer live in it alone. She looked up to see Timothy out in the field with Abe. The sight brought tears to her eyes. She was glad Timothy had finely left his room, but her once loving and happy boy now lived in fear and missed his father. God, all I can do is ask forgiveness for this anger I have inside me, but I am not sorry for this protectiveness I have for my children. I thank you for my children, Father. Please help me keep them safe and help Quinn find these men that took Eric from me very soon.
       Hannah finished her prayers as she hung the last of the laundry on the line to dry. It was a warm and sunny summer afternoon. Timothy would be out of school for summer break in a few days and Hannah was actually relieved that she would be able to keep him under her watchful eye. She looked out across the field past the tractor where Abe and Timothy stood. She caught a flash of movement in the woods at the edge of the tilled land. For a brief moment, a lump of fear welled up in her throat, thinking the man who had been in her house last night had returned. Then she