THE PAST CAN CATCH UP TO YOU
Rachel Weaver Mason is finally going home to Deer Run, the Amish community she left behind so many years ago. Recently widowed, she wants desperately to create a haven for herself and her young daughter.
But the community, including Rachels family, is anything but welcoming. The only person happy to see her is her teenage brother, Benjamin, and hes protecting a dark secret that endangers them all.
Determined to keep Benjamin safe from a suspected killer, Rachel has no choice but to turn to the one man she wanted to get as far away from as possible. Colin McDonald was her late husbands friend, and the man who came between them. Hes never forgotten her and would do anything to keep her and her family safe.
Rachel doesnt know if she can trust Colin, or her growing feelings for him. But as they hunt for the killer, the tension between them builds and soon both their lives, and their hearts, are on the line.
Praise for Marta Perry
Perry skillfully continues her chilling, deceptively charming romantic suspense series with a dark, puzzling mystery that features a sweet romance and a nice sprinkling of Amish culture.
Library Journal on Vanish in Plain Sight
Marta Perry illuminates the differences between the Amish community and the larger society with an obvious care and respect for ways and beliefs. She weaves these differences into the story with a deft hand, drawing the reader into a suspenseful, continually moving plot.
Fresh Fiction on Murder in Plain Sight
Leahs Choice, by Marta Perry, is a knowing and careful look into Amish culture and faith. A truly enjoyable reading experience.
Angela Hunt, New York Times bestselling author of Let Darkness Come
Leahs Choice is a story of grace and servitude as well as a story of difficult choices and heartbreaking realities. It touched my heart. I think the world of Amish fiction has found a new champion.
Lenora Worth, author of Code of Honor
Marta Perry delivers a strong story of tension, fear and trepidation. Season of Secrets (4.5 stars) is an excellent mystery thats certain to keep you in constant suspense. While love is a powerful entity in this story, danger is never too far behind.
RT Book Reviews, Top Pick
Home by Dark
Marta Perry
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing to read the first book in my new Amish suspense series, which is set in a fictional community in my own part of Pennsylvania. Im finding it a delicate balancing act but also great fun to combine the real places I know with my fictional community.
The Amish attitude toward nonviolence plays a large role in Home by Dark. Its sometimes difficult for people in the larger community to reconcile the very law-abiding nature of Amish life with the reluctance of the Amish to become involved with the law and its representatives. This attitude dates back to the earliest years of the Amish faith, when Amish were persecuted and killed by the law and government of the time. For the most part, an Amish person is more likely to forgive and/or ignore a crime against them by an outsider than to seek help from the police, and that attitude permeates the events of my story.
I hope youll let me know how you felt about this story, and Id love to send you a signed bookmark or my brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. You can write to me at Harlequin HQN, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279, email me at marta@martaperry.com or visit me on the web at www.martaperry.com.
Blessings,
Marta Perry
This story is dedicated to my grandson, Bjoern Jacob. And, as always, to Brian, with much love.
The gem cannot be polished without friction,
nor the person perfected without trials.
Amish proverb
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
PROLOGUE
THE DESERTED BARN loomed ahead of them, broken beams jutting up toward the darkening sky like menacing fingers. Benjamin Weaver shivered, and the gas cans Will had made him carry clanked together.
Wills head jerked around at the sound. Keep it quiet. His voice was a low mutter of Pennsylvania Dutch. You want to get us arrested?
Told you we shouldntve brought him. Joseph Stoltz frowned at him. Both the older boys wore Englisch clothes, and theyd snickered at Benj for showing up dressed Amish.
All very well for them to put on jeans and T-shirts. They were both old enough to have started their rumspringa, and parents turned a blind eye to such clothes then. But he was only fourteen, and Daad would skin him if he found Benj in a getup like that. Daad had been upset enough lately with Benjs oldest sister, Rachel, coming back to town and not being Amish anymore.
He shivered again, half with cold, half with fear of where this adventure was taking him. It grew chilly at night this early in June, especially out here on the wooded hillside. He hadnt thought to bring a jacket when hed crawled out his window and slid down the roof of the woodshed. Hed been too excited that Will and Joseph were letting him come along to think about that.
Now his mind was churning, and he didnt like what it was telling him. That it was a mistake for him to get involved, that hed be shaming Daad and Mammi, that
A loud creak sounded through the trees, and Benj didnt need Will Eschs gesture to drop to his knees behind the closest fallen log. Another sound from up ahead, one that he couldnt identify. Why would anyone be up here in the woods overlooking Deer Run at night? Nobodyd be interested in that falling-down old barn.
Nobody but Will, who figured it would make a fine blaze up there on top of the hill for the whole village to see. Benj eased his hands away from the gas cans and rubbed clammy palms on his pants. Hed thought they were just going to splash paint on the barn, not start a fire. He should have had better sense than to get involved in one of Wills schemes.
Will leaned over. Ill go check it out, he whispered. Wait for my signal, ja?
With Wills eyes on him, Benj could only nod. Too late now for second thoughts.
Will slipped over the log and slithered through the trees toward the barn. Benj leaned against the rough bark, wishing he was home in his bed. Will was moving quicklyBenj could see him, a dark shadow weaving through the trees. Hed be at the barn in a minute.
Benj turned away, sliding down to sit on the ground. In no time theyd hear Will whistle. Benj would have no choice but to pick up the gas cans and go along. Will was right about one thing. That dry old wood would make a fine blaze. But if they got caught...
Hed never seen an Englisch jail, but it seemed a pretty fair guess he wouldnt like it.
Whats taking so long? Joseph muttered, peering over the log. I cant see him
He broke off at the sound of a motor. Lights swept through the trees, and Benjs heart stopped. A vehicle was coming up the old logging road toward the barn. If Will was seen
A mans voice, shouting. Then, incredibly, a shotgun cracked through the woods, sending crows lifting in a noisy cloud from the trees. Benj was frozen, wits dazed by the sound.
And then Will vaulted over the log, shoving him with a hard hand. Run, he ordered.
Benj scrambled to his feet, following Will, with Joseph a step behind him, bolting through the brush. Another report, a branch crashing to the ground, and he was running as hard and fast as he could, running as if the devil himself were at his heels, crashing through the undergrowth heading down the hill and toward the road, if they got to the road theyd be safe, no one would shoot there.
An eternity later they stumbled out onto the macadam of the two-lane road that wound through Deer Run. Across the way was Mason House, where his sister Rachel lived now. He could go to Rachel, he could tell her
Will grabbed his arm, shook him. Wheres the cans?
Benj blinked, then jerked his head toward the hillside. Back there.
Dummy. Will shoved him. Ach, they cant tell who we were from that. All weve gotta do is keep quiet.
Joseph, always more cautious than Will, moved nervously. But they were shooting. We should
You should be quiet, like I tell you, Will snarled. You didnt see anything, you dont say anything, not to anyone. Got that?
He spun, grabbing Benj by the shirt. Answer me. You got that?
Benj nodded. He hadnt seen anythingthat was for sure. Just a dark shape, wielding what had to be a shotgun. And right now he didnt know whether he was more afraid of Will or the man with the gun.
CHAPTER ONE
SOMETHING WAS WRONG with her little brother. Rachel Weaver Mason swept the paint roller along the wall of what would be the registration area for her bed-and-breakfast, darting a sideways glance at her brother Benjamin.
Benjamin knelt on the drop cloth, straw-colored hair hiding his eyes, as he carefully cut in the edge of cream paint next to the woodwork. Benj might be only fourteen, but like most Amish youth, he possessed a number of practical skills, along with a strong work ethic. Hed said hed help her with the painting, and hed turned up bright and early this morning for what he called a work frolic.
Rachel suppressed a faint twinge at the expression. With any ordinary Amish family, a dozen or more relatives would have shown up at the word she needed help with the house her mother-in-law had so surprisingly left her.
But she was not Amish any longer. Running away to marry Ronnie Mason at eighteen, leaving behind her home, her family and her faith, had put a period to that part of her life. Even though shed come back to Deer Run in the end, a widow with a nine-year-old daughter to support, she couldnt expect to be treated as anything other than an outsider.
Only Benj, the little brother shed hardly expected to remember her, looked at her as if she were family. The one time shed seen her father since shed returned, Daad had been as stiff and polite as if hed never seen her before, and her heart still ached at the pain of that reception.
Was Daad hurting at the distance between them as well? Maybe so, but hed never show it, and Mose, the brother whod always been as close as a twin to her, copied Daads attitude.
Maybe that was better than seeing the pain and longing in her mothers eyes. Mamm wanted her daughter back, wanted to be close to the granddaughter she barely knew, but Rachels return couldnt wipe out the grief of her leaving. As for the two younger sisters who were little more than children when shed leftwell, Naomi and Lovina watched her as warily as a robin might eye a prowling cat.
New paint makes it look better, for sure. Benj sat back on his heels, glancing up at her with eyes as blue as her own.
Innocent eyes, but holding an edge of worry that didnt belong there. Benj shouldnt be jumping at sudden sounds and glancing warily around corners. That wasnt normal.
Was ist letz? The question came out of her without conscious thought in Pennsylvania Dutch, maybe because that was the language of her heart. Whats wrong, Benj? Are you worried about something?
His hand jerked, depositing a drop of cream paint on the woodwork, and he bent to wipe it off with concentrated care. Benj was outgrowing the blue shirt he wore, his wrists sticking out of the sleeves, and the back of his neck was as vulnerable as her daughter Mandys.
Worried? he said finally, not looking at her. I got nothing to worry about, aint so? He tried to make it sound light, but his voice shook a little.
Rachel wanted to touch his shoulder, to draw him into her arms for comforting the way she would have when he was four. But shed left then, abandoning him as she had the rest of the family. The fact that he seemed willing to start fresh with her didnt mean she could go back to the way things once were.
I dont mean to pry, she said, choosing the words carefully. But if you ever want to tell me anything at all, I can keep it to myself.
Benj seemed frozen, brush poised an inch from the wall. She held her breath, willing him to speak.