A Perfect Square (A Shipshewana Amish Mystery)
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There’s more to the quaint northern Indiana town of Shipshewana than handcrafted quilts, Amish-made furniture, immaculate farms and close-knit families. When a dead girl is found floating in a local pond, murder is also afoot. And Reuben Fisher is in jail as the suspect! Reuben refuses to divulge any information, even to clear himself of a crime Deborah is certain he didn’t commit. So, with her English friend, Callie―fellow sleuth and owner of Daisy’s Quilt Shop―Deborah sets out to uncover the truth. But the mystery deepens when an elderly man seeks Callie’s help in finding his long-lost daughter, missing since the days of the 1965 Palm Sunday Tornadoes. An old man who has lost his past. A young man who may lose his future. Once again Deborah and Callie find themselves trying to piece together a crazy quilt of lives and events―one that can bring unexpected touches of God’s grace and resolve the tragedy that has shaken this quiet Amish community.
helped me through that dark time, so long ago. Some days the ache is still fresh. Many wonder why I haven’t married another, but Gotte didn’t choose that path for me either. At least he hasn’t yet. I don’t know by what design Gotte brought you and Katie to my house, or why things turned out the way they did. But I do know it isn’t our place to question Gotte’s wille. And so I extend to you Gotte’s mercy, my forgiveness, a place of work if you ever need it, and always the hand of friendship.
age, when the kinner are small yet, it can appear that way. I think in another year or so, you’ll feel younger.” Esther glanced up, giving her a disbelieving look, but didn’t bother to argue, didn’t pause in her sewing. “Do you remember when your dat first planted the orchard of dwarf apple trees in the southern pasture?” “How could I forget? Every year we would wait for the harvest because we were allowed to eat the seconds. Every year I made myself sick eating too many.” Esther smiled at the
girl might still be hidden on your place.” The door behind him opened, and Reuben didn’t have to turn around. He knew who had walked in, could smell the leather jacket Shane Black wore before he walked up beside the table. Black dropped the picture of a young girl onto the table. She looked to be a bit younger than Katie and had long red hair. A smattering of freckles lined the tops of her cheeks, and her smile revealed the metal braces so many of the Englisch teenagers wore. “What about it
of her dress. “I was hoping that was thunder, but it sounded to me as if it came from the direction of the silos.” “I’m going over there now to make sure Shane wasn’t hurt.” “You? Why you? Shouldn’t you stay here with me?” Deborah shook her head. “One of us should go, and you’ve done enough already — bringing us out here. Stay with the kinner. I’ll be careful.” She hugged her new friend once, then turned and fled back out into the storm. Deborah spied Shane crouched down behind a feeding
this time. By the time Deborah reached them, it felt as if the wind had turned and was blowing from the north. She thought she’d been wet up to that point, but now she was soaked and shivering. She fought to stop the tremors as she leaned in and spoke to the little group, telling them what Shane had said — all the while holding her sleeve together with her other hand. Timothy broke away from his wife. “I’m going after him. Rachel, go inside with the kinner.” “I won’t. If Samuel had anything to