The Hidden One--A Novel of Suspense by Linda Castillo

Author:Linda Castillo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

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Puzzlement nibbles at the periphery of my brain as I take the sidewalk to my rental car. I’m not sure what to make of the story Pastor Zimmerman relayed about Mia Stoltzfus. One of the most important Amish charters is separation from the unbelieving world. In terms of religion, they are sectarian. Why then would the wife of an Amish bishop—a devout Anabaptist—end her life in a Lutheran church and ask a Lutheran minister for confession and absolution?

My best source of information is going to be the Stoltzfus family. The problem is that neither Mary Elizabeth nor Henry is particularly inclined to speak with me. Amish families can be protective of their own, especially when it comes to outsiders asking unpleasant questions. If there was some sort of scandal or indiscretion, they’ll likely take the silent route.

A second source of information is the Diener, the three men who traveled to Painters Mill and asked for my help. The only physical address I have on hand is for Mahlon Barkman, the minister, who lives northeast of Belleville, so I head that way.

Barrville is a pretty area crisscrossed with meandering country roads and dotted with Amish farms. I pass two buggies on the way and get waves from both drivers, which bolsters my mood. The Barkman farm is small, with a hint of dilapidation that adds an interesting layer of character. The two-story house is set close to the road, with a massive weeping willow tree just off the front porch. I turn in to the gravel driveway and idle toward the rear. A garden the size of an Olympic swimming pool takes up the entire side yard, close enough that I can make out half a dozen rows of corn, staked tomato plants weighted down with fruit, and a lower growth of peppers and some type of melon. An older woman sits at a picnic table that’s heaped with a variety of produce, bushel baskets, a cook pot, and crates.

I pull over and start toward her. “Wie geht’s alleweil?” I say. How goes it now?

“Ich bin zimmlich gut.” I’m pretty good. She’s snapping green beans and placing them in a big Dutch oven.

“I’m looking for Mr. Barkman,” I tell her.

She doesn’t stop what she’s doing, doesn’t even look at me. “Sitz dich anne un bleib e weil.” Set yourself there and stay awhile.

It’s a pleasant late afternoon. Humid, but with a breeze coming down off the mountain. I take the bench seat across from her and start snapping green beans.

She eyes my technique. “You must be that police from Ohio.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Kate.”

“He told me you’d probably stop by.” She’s a fast snapper—faster than me—despite fingers that are twisted with arthritis.

When she runs out of green beans, she looks at me. “I’m Laura.” Her eyes flick to my hands. “You’ve done this before.”

“Too many times to count.”

Her mouth twitches. “Well, you just keep on snapping. He’ll be up shortly.”

We’ve worked in silence for a few minutes when the barn door rolls open and Mahlon Barkman appears.

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