Facing the past can be deadly
Twenty years ago, Lainey Colton spent one perfect summer in Deer Run with her beloved great-aunt Rebecca. Since then, the beautiful graphic designer has been a gypsy, calling no place home. Now Rebecca is gravely ill, so Lainey has returned to Deer Run to care for herand to escape her mistakes.
Lawyer Jake Evans gave up a high-powered job to build a quieter life in the small Pennsylvania town. So when a beautiful stranger appears after twenty years gone, he naturally questions her motives. Still, he is drawn to Lainey. But no amount of attraction will matter if he cant keep her safe from a mysterious threat.
Praise for Marta Perry
With her crisp storytelling, strong suspense and unique, complex charactersboth Amish and EnglischPerry is sure to hook readers in. Add to that combination an intricately woven plot, with several twists, and fans wont be able to put Search the Dark down.
RT Book Reviews
Perrys story hooks you immediately. Her uncanny ability to seamlessly blend the mystery element with contemporary themes makes this one intriguing read.
RT Book Reviews on Home by Dark
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
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Dear Reader,
I hope youll enjoy the third book in my latest Amish suspense series. If you happen to come to my area of north-central Pennsylvania, youll find many small towns that look very much like Deer Run, nestled in the valleys with the wooded ridges rising above them. In fact, our farmhouse is at the narrowest point of a creek valley, which makes life interesting when the creek rises!
I enjoyed revisiting Deer Run for this conclusion to my story. The characters became very real to me, and I wanted to show them finding their happy endings after all the trials they went through. If you guessed who the killer was all along, congratulations!
Please let me know how you felt about my story. Id be happy to send you a signed bookmark and my brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. You can email me at marta@martaperry.com, visit me on Facebook or at www.martaperry.com, or write to me at MILLS & BOON HQN, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
Blessings,
Marta Perry
This story is dedicated to my granddaughter, Ameline Grace.
And, as always, to Brian, with much love.
No winter lasts forever. No spring skips its turn.
Amish proverb
Contents
Dear Reader
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
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
LAINEY COLTON JOLTED AWAKE, her heart pounding in her ears. She stared into darkness so intense she couldnt make out anything beyond the outlines of the strange bed. She sat upright, turning. A pale rectangle marked the window, and her panic waned.
How stupid. She was in Great-aunt Rebeccas house, in tiny Deer Run, Pennsylvania. Shed fallen asleep, exhausted after the flight and drive and the stress of the past few weeks, in the bed that had been hers the summer she was ten.
That had been twenty years ago, but the room felt intimately familiar now that she was awake. She rubbed the gooseflesh on her bare arms. The dream that woke her must have been something out of a horror movie. Odd, that she couldnt remember anything about it.
But maybe just as well, since she had no desire to slip back into nightmares. Lainey plumped the pillows, straightened the hand-stitched quilt, and settled herself to sleep.
Sleep seemed to have fled. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she made out the shapes of the chest of drawers, the rocking chair, and the bookshelf that still held the complete set of Laura Ingalls Wilder books shed devoured as a ten-year-old. Her Amish great-aunt probably wouldnt have approved of most of Laineys reading choices, but shed been happy to see her Englisch great-niece reading the Little House books.
Twenty years. Lainey moved restlessly on the pillow. She hadnt been back in all that time, at first because of her mothers habit of jumping from husband to husband, and later because of her own gypsy tendencies.
Guilt flickered. Aunt Rebecca had been kind to her during one of the most difficult parts of a troubled childhood. Lainey should have managed to come back, instead of being content with the weekly letters they exchanged. Being Amish, Aunt Rebecca didnt have a phone. Or electricity, a fact brought home to Lainey earlier when shed fumbled for nonexistent light switches in the dark kitchen.
But now she was here, summoned by an abrupt phone call from her great-aunts lawyer. Rebecca had had a fall and suffered a stroke. Shed asked for Lainey. The attorney, one Jacob Evans, hadnt sounded particularly approving. Well, Lainey would deal with him in the morning.
Shed planned to get a motel near the airport in Pittsburgh and drive up tomorrow morning, but once shed picked up a rental car, worry and tension had impelled her onto the road to Deer Run. What difference did it make if she arrived after midnight? She knew where the house key was kept, though if shed thought about the absence of electricity, she might have opted for a motel.
Aunt Rebecca would laugh at Lainey, coming to visit an Amish home equipped with her smartphone, her computer, her hair dryer, and all the other devices she thought she couldnt do without.
But the laughter would be gentle. Aunt Rebecca never judged, never made a person feel stupid or guilty or unwanted. Her love had been a balm to a lost child whose familiar world had slipped from her grasp one too many times. Even when the details of that summer visit had slipped away, Lainey had still been aware of that solid sense of being loved without condition.
Now it was Laineys chance to repay that kindness. In the morning shed touch base with the attorney and then head for the hospital to find out how bad Aunt Rebeccas condition was and what needed to be done. Laineys mind ran up against a blank wall of ignorance when it came to helping someone whod had a stroke, but shed figure it out. She owed Aunt Rebecca far more than that.
If this trip had happened to coincide with an excellent time for her to leave St. Louiswell, no one here need ever know that, although if the task of helping her great-aunt was as difficult as the attorneys tone had suggested, she might have jumped from the proverbial frying pan into the fire.
In any event, she was clearly not going to drift back to sleep. Lainey swung her legs out from under the covers. Shed go downstairs and brew a cup of Aunt Rebeccas herbal tea. But first shed pull on some sweats. The house had grown cold, and she hadnt the faintest idea how the furnace worked.
Thanks to her aunts habit of leaving a flashlight on the nightstand, Lainey was able to light her way to the stairs. She started down, her heavy socks making no sound on the treads. The beam of the flashlight picked up the hooked rug in the living room, the rocker that had always been her aunts favorite chair, the
She stopped, gripping the banister. A noise, faint and indefinable, came from the kitchen. Maybe the gas refrigerator made noises.
Another step, and Lainey froze again. This time there had been a soft but definite thud. Someone...or something...was in the kitchen.
She held her breath, afraid the intruder would hear the slightest sound. The whole town probably knew that the homeowner was hospitalized, making the house an easy target for a break-in. Could she get back to the bedroom and her cell phone without being heard?
She eased back a step. And heard a loud meow. Laineys tension dissolved into a shaky laugh. Not someone. A cat. She hadnt known Aunt Rebecca had a cat.
Sweeping the flashlight beam ahead of her, Lainey went quickly to the kitchen, pushing open the swinging door. The flashlight beam reflected shining green eyes, eerily suspended in the air, it seemed. The large black cat sat on the counter next to the stove, looking at her accusingly.
Well, so who are you? She reached out a hand tentatively, having a respect for pointed teeth and sharp claws.
The cat sniffed at her hand, apparently found it acceptable, and rubbed its head against her fingers.
You are a handsome creature. She stroked the shining length of his back, and it arched under her hand. Whats your name?
He didnt answer, of course, but he butted her hand again and then jumped lightly to the floor, where he pawed at the cabinet door.
Is that where the cat food is kept? Silly, to be talking to a cat, but the house was so deadly silent that it was a relief to make some noise. She opened the door and had a look.
No cat food, but there were several cans of tuna. Her visitor seemed to know what that was, because he hooked a paw over one can.
All right, all right, I get the message. But I cant believe that one of the neighbors isnt feeding you while Aunt Rebecca is in the hospital.
The hand can opener was in the top drawer, and in a few minutes shed dumped the contents of the can into a bowl and set it down in front of the animal. The cat took one sniff and then began eating.
Im not sure what to do with you, she muttered. Are you supposed to stay inside or go out at night? She searched the neat, sparsely furnished downstairs to the living room, finding no sign of a litter box. Out, I guess.
The front windows of the living room looked out on the main road that ran through the village, becoming Main Street on its way. Nothing moved outside. Even when she craned her neck to look down toward the center of town, the streets and sidewalks were empty. Apparently at 3:00 a.m. the citizens of Deer Run were safe in their beds.
A small town would undoubtedly seem even smaller and deader when seen through the eyes of a thirty-year-old, rather than the ten-year-old shed been when last in Deer Run. But she was here to see to Aunt Rebeccas care, not to socialize.
And afterward? Afterward would have to take care of itself for the moment.
A loud meow interrupted her reverie. She returned to the kitchen to find that the cat had polished the bowl and now stood at the back door, looking fixedly at the knob as if he could turn it with the force of his gaze.
Okay, I get the message. You want out. She opened the door. The cat spurted through it, disappearing into the shadows as if part of an illusionists trick.
Lainey stood for a moment in the doorway, looking out. Beyond a large shed, a stretch of weeds and brush led to the woods. There was a stream back that way someplace, as she recalled, and on the other side some Amish farms. That probably wouldnt have changed since...
She lost her train of thought as she caught movement from the corner of her eye. Near the shed, was it? She stared, trying to make out what it was, but nothing stirred.
Her imagination? Lainey frowned. She had plenty of that, certainly. But this had been real enough, she felt sure. If it had been an animal, it was a large one.
A shiver went down her spine. Its nothing, she told herself. An overactive imagination and an overtired body made a bad combination. But she locked the door carefully, just the same.