Danger In Amish Country. Marta Perry

he couldn’t, and he couldn’t fool himself that ignoring this would make it go away.

      Moving quickly, Caleb circled the schoolhouse to the door and tapped lightly before opening it. Every head swiveled toward him.

      “Teacher Sara, may I have a word?”

      Sara nodded, eyes widening. She gave a few quick words of instruction to her scholars before coming to join him on the porch.

      “You found something?”

      “Ya. Behind the storage shed. Footprints in the mud that look like boots. Man-size, not a child’s. And cigarette butts. Someone waited there, smoking.”

      Sara paled, but she didn’t lose her composure. “It couldn’t have been any of the scholars. Not even the older boys would do that.”

      The sound of a motor interrupted her, and they watched as a panel truck drove up the lane. Caleb took an instinctive step in front of Sara before realizing the truck bore the name of the local hardware store.

      Mitch Foster got out and regarded them quizzically for a moment. Then he headed for them.

      “Something wrong? You folks are looking upset. I was just going to get some measurements for the playground equipment materials while the kids are still inside, but if this is a bad time...”

      “Not exactly.” Sara looked as if she didn’t know quite what to do with the man. “Maybe later would be better.” She sent a questioning look toward Caleb.

      He made a quick decision. “We found signs that a stranger has been lingering on school grounds. If you are going back to town, maybe you could stop at the police station for us?”

      Foster looked startled but agreeable. “I can do better than that. I’ve got my cell phone. We’ll give the chief a call right this minute.”

      It was done. Caleb couldn’t ignore the possible danger to the other kinner and to Sara, no matter how little he might want to be involved. Still, it had become too serious to pretend he could. Like it or not, he’d have to tell the police chief about Rachel’s nightmares.

      * * *

      Once again, Sara found herself and Caleb in consultation with Chief O’Brian—not in the schoolroom this time, but behind the storage shed, staring at the footprints. The muddy marks gave her too strong an image of someone standing there, watching the schoolhouse, waiting for her, and she edged a half step closer to Caleb’s comfortable bulk.

      “No doubt someone was here for a fair amount of time,” the chief said, squatting to have a closer look. “Don’t suppose it could have been one of the older boys?” He made it a question.

      Sara shook her head, grateful when Caleb took it upon himself to answer.

      “A scholar that age wouldn’t dare. And there’s not one of them would wear boots that make that kind of print. Maybe when they hit rumspringa, but not at this age.”

      For all his earlier reluctance, Caleb was clearly ready to take charge, and she was just as glad to let him. She’d hate to have to admit the hollow feeling it gave her to know her fears were justified.

      The chief nodded, rising, and gestured for the young patrolman he’d brought with him to take pictures of the marks. Then he eased Sara and Caleb around the building.

      Once they were seated on the steps of the porch, O’Brian pulled out a small notebook. “Now, Sara, I know this is upsetting. But did you get any glimpse of the man you say followed you last night?”

      She shook her head. Did the way he phrased the question mean he didn’t believe her?

      “Have you seen anybody hanging around?”

      “There was an Englischer in the schoolhouse on Saturday, when the auction was going on.” Caleb answered again, maybe to save her embarrassment. “Sara found him. She told him to leave, but he was...” Caleb glanced at her. “He refused to leave.”

      The chief cast a cautious look at Sara. “Insulted you, did he?”

      She nodded, hoping she wouldn’t have to repeat the things the man had said.

      “So how did you get rid of him?”

      “I came in,” Caleb said.

      “I see.” The chief’s glance went from Caleb’s stoic face to hers, which she felt quite sure was red. “So both of you got a look at him. Can you describe him?”

      “I’d guess him to be early twenties,” Caleb said. “He had dark hair, a thin face, a couple of those tattoos on his arms.”

      “He was wearing a black T-shirt,” she said. “Jeans and b-boots.” She looked quickly at Chief O’Brian. “He did have boots on.”

      The chief was frowning. “In that case, I think I know who it is. Kid by the name of Sammy Moore, it sounds like.” He paused a moment. “He was a buddy of Jase Kovatch’s.”

      Sara realized she was shaken but not really surprised. “They wore the same sort of clothes, ain’t so?”

      Caleb nodded. “What are you going to do?” He shot the question at O’Brian. “If Sara or the kinner are in danger from this man, we need to know.”

      O’Brian looked up at that. “Why the kids? Seems to me by the sound of things it’s Sara he’s interested in.”

      Sara held her breath. Please, Caleb. Tell him about Rachel.

      Caleb’s face was so tight it seemed the skin was stretched over the bones. “My child, Rachel, has been having nightmares about Der Alte—the cliff face. It started on Thursday night.”

      Chief O’Brian’s face lost its usual smile. “According to the medical examiner, Kovatch died sometime Thursday afternoon.”

      “So.” A white line formed around Caleb’s lips. “My little Rachel might have seen something that day.”

      “What does she say about it?” O’Brian shifted his weight, looking uneasy, as if this turn of events upset him, as well.

      “Not much,” Caleb admitted. “All I’ve been able to get out of her is that she’s afraid of Der Alte.”

      “And this started before you found the body.” O’Brian sighed. “I don’t like doing it, but it sounds as if I’d better talk to her.”

      “No,” Caleb said instantly, glaring at the chief.

      “She probably wouldn’t open up to you,” Sara said, hoping to disarm the sudden antagonism between the men. “Rachel hasn’t been here long enough to get to know you, and her Englisch isn’t very strong yet.”

      The chief looked exasperated. “What do you suggest? If the child saw something, I have to know what.”

      “I think Rachel might speak to Teacher Sara,” Caleb said, and she could hear the reluctance in his voice.

      “But I’ve already tried to get her to tell me what was wrong,” she protested. “I failed.”

      “Ya, but that was in the schoolroom with others around.” Caleb focused entirely on her, as if this were between the two of them. “I’ve been thinking on it. If you came to the house for supper, maybe played with her a little, even helped her get ready for bed...” Pain clouded his eyes that he had to ask for help with his child, and Sara’s heart hurt for him. “That’s when she always used to talk to me.”

      Chief O’Brian cleared his throat. “I’d be agreeable to that,” he said. “Teacher Sara’s as reliable as anyone I know.”

      They were both looking at her, but they couldn’t know her thoughts. She’d gone to her scholars’ homes for supper plenty of times, but never to a home with a single father. Never with a man she found herself so attracted to as Caleb.

      But there was no choice.