The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) by Samantha Price

with wide, strong shoulders and strong arms. She wondered whether the detective thought it odd that they were together so late at night as Wil had fibbed. Being an Englischer, the detective probably thought nothing of it.
    Her attention was taken again with Wil’s strong frame. It’s a wonder he’s never married, she thought. Having Wil do something simple as hitch her buggy felt good. It was nice to have a man around.
    Emma hoped that she wasn’t doing the wrong thing in going straight to Maureen’s haus to fill her in with what just happened with the detective. Surely the detective wouldn’t follow her or anything like that. She would surely notice someone following her anyway, because the cars go much faster than the buggies. There she was, being too suspicious again. First she thought that Wil was using her as an alibi and now she thought herself so interesting to the detective that he would have her followed. Maybe she was losing her mind with all that was going on.
    She pulled up the buggy outside Maureen’s haus and ran to the front door. As she put her hand up to knock, Maureen opened the door.
    “What happened? You look terrible,” Maureen said.

 
    Chapter 9.
    And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
    Romans 8:28
     
    Maureen ushered Emma inside her haus and they both fell into the soft couch in the middle of Maureen’s living room.
    “Oh, Maureen, it was terrible. I went there this morning to McAllister’s office and there was a detective there, and he started asking me questions.”
    Maureen interrupted, “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
    “ Nee , hush and just listen. He said the man who was killed was Amish and I’m Amish and since I was the first person to show up there, there must be a connection. Then he came to my haus and asked me a lot of questions.”
    “Okay, slow down. Breathe. Now, what did he ask you?”
    Emma battled hard to remember what the detective had asked her. Her head was all muddled. “Well, Wil was there too and the detective asked me how long ago my husband died and how I knew Pluver – that’s really all I can think of.”
    Maureen patted Emma’s leg. “See. Nothing to worry about.”
    “Oh, he did ask me where I was last night.”
    Maureen’s eyebrows flew up and nearly met her hairline. “He did?”
    “ Jah , but Wil said that he was with me.”
    Maureen’s eyebrows lowered into a frown. “Why would he do that?”
    “I’ve been thinking about that. I think it’s because he knew I’m alone every night and he wanted to give me an alibi.”
    Maureen nodded and looked thoughtful. “Maybe.”
    “Oh, it was awful. My heart was beating so fast the whole time he was there.”
    “Did Wil say anything else?”
    “ Nee , not really. He doesn’t suspect a thing. He did ask me what I was doing at McAllister’s office this morning and I just said that I wanted to know more – things like what my farm would be worth. He seemed to believe that.”
    “That’s good.”
    “Maureen, who do you think killed Pluver? Do you think they might try and kill me?”
    “I don’t know. We have to find out who killed him and why. You should go and talk to the vulture, Mr. McAllister and find out if he knew Pluver at all.”
    Emma pulled a face. “What makes you think that he’d tell me?”
    Maureen shook her head a little. “I don’t know, but at this stage that’s all we’ve got. Unless...”
    “Unless what?”
    “Unless you go and visit Mrs. Pluver.”
    Emma squealed. “Me? I don’t even like the woman.” Emma bit her lip. That had come out before she could think. She never liked to speak ill of people. “I shouldn’t have said that, but she always looks so disagreeable. I’ve never seen her even smile. She scares me a little.”
    Maureen gave a little sound from the back of her throat. “You don’t have to be polite around me. I agree with you; she never looks