Ettie racked her brain, trying to come up with words of comfort. “There, there, Sadie. He’s at home with Gott, and he’s happy now.”
Sadie nodded. “Oh, Ettie, I hope you don’t mind me coming here to talk to you. I don’t have many close friends and if I talk to mamm I know she’ll start crying all over again and not be able to stop.”
“That’s perfectly all right. Talk to me whenever you want. I remember how close you always were to Horace.”
“You do?”
Ettie nodded.
“Jah, we were close, weren’t we?’
“You were.” Ettie desperately wanted to ask her questions but feared now was not the time to do so.
“There’s another reason I came here today.”
Ettie raised her eyebrows.
Sadie continued, “I was hoping that you might have found something here in this house that belonged to Horace, since he was so close to Agatha. I’d like a memento, something to remember him by.”
“Wouldn’t he have left all his belongings at your haus? Surely all his possessions were left there.”
“Mamm threw everything out a long time ago when he didn’t come home. She thought he was living as an Englischer so she wanted to rid the place of his memory.”
“I can sympathize with you, and your mudder. I’ve been through the pain of losing someone many a time.” Ettie thought about her dog that had just died. No one or nothing would be able to replace him. “But, as Bishop John would say, death is a part of life.”
“Jah, but why did he have to go so soon?”
“Nee. He was still very young, but none of us knows when our time will come.”
As Sadie sipped her tea, Ettie noticed Sadie’s red-rimmed eyes and her paler-than-usual skin. She remembered the pain of losing her own brother. “There was a key found near him.”
Sadie gulped on her tea, then wiped her mouth with her fingers. “A key? Where is it?”
“On its way to the police. They should have it by now,” Ettie answered.
“Why the police?”
Ettie decided not to tell her about the floor being taken up. “Evidence I suppose, much like his clothing.”
Sadie nodded. “Do you know what the key is for, what it unlocks?”
“Nee, I don’t.” She paused. “All that’s happened shows us that we have to appreciate those we have, while we have them.”
“That’s true, Ettie.”
A loud knock sounded on the door. Ettie opened it to see a young man dressed in black. “I don’t want any trouble, lady, I just want the key.”
“What key?”
The young man reached behind him and pulled a gun from his back pocket. “I want the key and I know you’ve got it.”
“I did have a key, but I gave it to the police. A detective was here and took it to them.”
Sadie stepped forward. “Put that gun down! It’s true; she doesn’t have it.”
The man shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The gun shook when he said, “You better not be lying to me lady or I’ll be back.” He glanced over his shoulder with the gun still shaking in his hands. He looked back at Ettie and then ran away.
Ettie stepped outside and looked to see the young man get into the passenger-side door of a black car before it zoomed away.
Ettie put a hand to her heart to try and stop it from racing. “The way you spoke to him just now – Sadie, why weren’t you scared of him?
Sadie sighed. “Sit down. It’s a long story and I need to unburden my heart.”
Sadie helped Ettie to a chair.
“Just before Horace disappeared, he told me a little of what was happening. Horace’s boss was also running another business – against the law.”
“Stealing things?”
“Jah.”
“What was his boss’ name?”
“Settler, Bertram Settler.”
Ettie’s eyes flew to the ceiling. Bertram Settler would’ve been Bill Settler’s father. Bill Settler, from the construction company. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, Sadie. Continue; I’m listening.”
“His rivals – well, Horace called them his boss’ enemies – were Terence Wheeler’s gang. I urged Horace to come back to the community; I knew no good would come of him knowing people like that.”
“Go on.”
“I heard from someone Horace knew that a man called Terence Wheeler said a key was hidden with Horace’s body, but where no one would be able to find it. That’s the first I heard that Horace was dead.”
Ettie gasped and her mouth fell open. “Who told you about all of that? And do you know what the key opens?”
Sadie hung her head.
“Do you know who sent that man?” Ettie persisted but still Sadie made no reply.
Ettie frowned, pushing her lips together. “Who was that young man and why did he listen to you?”
Sadie shrugged. “He didn’t listen to me.”
“It certainly seemed that way. Look, Sadie, if you know anything, anything at all – and it appears that you do – it’s best you talk about it. If you don’t want to tell me, tell the police, but someone needs to know.”
Sadie stared at Ettie with large, round eyes.
Ettie continued, her voice louder. “That man just now, or whoever sent him, must want whatever that key opens, and judging by the gun, they might be prepared to kill for it. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather die of old age since the Lord’s spared me for this long.”
“Do you think someone else might get killed?”
Ettie nodded. “We need to tell the police about this. And you need to tell them everything you know – do it now.”
Sadie stood. “You’re right, Ettie, of course, you’re right. I’ll go and see them right away.”
Ettie took a deep breath and put her hand on her heart. “Jah, okay. I’ll sit here and try to recover. If they want to talk to me they can come here, or I’ll go into the station tomorrow. I can’t do any more today.”
After Sadie left, Ettie had a lie down on the bed in Agatha’s spare room, trying to get images of the gun out of her head.
It was just before dinnertime when Ava knocked on Ettie’s back door. Ettie couldn’t sleep and was glad for the interruption. She ushered her in and told her everything that had happened with Sadie and the man with the gun.
“Ettie, you poor thing! Let me cook you dinner.”
“That would be gut, denke. I feel so much better now that Crowley’s involved. He’s taking the key to Kelly and hopefully he’ll get a search warrant for the box at the bank.”
“How would the man know you had the key?” Ava asked.
Ettie said, “There were only four of us who knew. You, me, Jeremiah, and Crowley – but then again, Detective Kelly did have us talking at the front of the police station.”
“That’s true, and you said you found the key stuck to the boards. Anyone could have overheard it.”
“There were the two officers behind the desk, and people coming and going. I don’t remember anyone in particular that seemed to be listening. Sadie knew of the existence of a key, she’d heard those rumors regarding Terence Wheeler, a key and Horace’s body. I wonder why she never told the police that before now.”
Chapter 13.
Ettie again spent the night with Ava in the grossdaddi haus. The next morning, Ava had left early to help her mother with some work at the farmers market. When Ettie heard a knock on the door, she looked out the window to see Crowley.
“Come in,” she said as she opened the door.
“Oh, good, you’re here. The young lady who lives here told me where you were.”
“I stayed here last night after everything that happened.” Ettie stepped back to allow Crowley to step through.
As he walked in, he said, “I’ve got some good news. Kelly finally agreed to get a warrant. Mind you, I was with him most of the day trying to persuade him, and then he had me helping him go over all the evidence.”
“Goo
d. Have a seat.” Crowley and Ettie sat at the small kitchen table. “Then you would’ve been there when Sadie told Kelly all about the man with the gun?”
Crowley frowned. “About what?”
“I thought you would’ve heard.”
“No, I’ve heard nothing. There was a man with a gun?”
“Sadie came here yesterday, and while she was here a man came and pointed a gun at me. He demanded the key. Somehow he’d heard that I had it.”
“Ettie, you should have called the police straight away.”
“Sadie said she was going to go straight to the police station when she left here.”
“Well, she didn’t. I was with Kelly most of the day and no mention was made of it.” Crowley sprang to his feet and whipped his cell out of his pocket. “I need to make a call.” Crowley strode outside.
Ettie hadn’t had a chance to tell him the rest of her news.
Crowley came back. “There was no report made by her at all.” Crowley rubbed his furrowed brow.
“Is there some mistake? Perhaps she called instead of going there in person.”
Crowley shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“I haven’t told you everything. Sit down.” When Crowley sat, Ettie said, “The man said he knew I had the key and Sadie stepped forward and said that I didn’t. He believed her and not me. I thought that odd.”
Ettie saw by the detective’s face he didn’t think that it was particularly odd.
“And, what’s more, she might have been hinting for the key, too, before the man got there. She asked if Horace had left anything at Agatha’s, saying she wanted something to remember him by. Then after the man with the gun ran away, she told me that someone told her that a man called Terence Wheeler said that he’d hidden a key with Horace’s body. She wouldn’t tell me who told her that.”
Crowley groaned. “Kelly’s sending someone to talk to her now, then we’ll know more. Do you believe what she told you, Ettie?”
Ettie blinked rapidly. “I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Ettie pulled her mouth to one side. “I wonder why she didn’t go to the police when she said she would. What about the young man who pointed a gun at me?”
Crowley nodded. “I’m sure that Kelly will want you to have a look at some mug shots.”
Ettie pulled a face, but when Crowley remained quiet, Ettie nodded. “I will if I have to, but I wouldn’t recognize him again. He just looked like any other young man, and all I was looking at was the gun.”
“Why don’t you go back home with Elsa-May until all this is over with? It’s too much for you to stay here with everything that’s happened.”
Ettie wondered if that might be best. She did miss Elsa-May – even though she was dominating and overbearing at times, it was nice to have her company.
“Come on. I’ll take you there now.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave a note for Ava. She might be scared on her own too, but I’ll let her know to she can stay with me if she gets frightened.”
“Okay. There’s no rush; I’ll wait in the car. I’ve got some calls to make.”
Crowley drove Ettie back to the home she shared with Elsa-May. She hoped Elsa-May had been watering her plants, and wouldn’t be too cross with her for not being there.
When he stopped the car in front of the house, Ettie said, “Do come in; Elsa-May has most likely just baked something.”
Crowley smiled. “I’ve missed her cooking, and yours too, Ettie. It wouldn’t hurt to have a small sample.”
Ettie laughed. “We’ll fatten you up yet.”
He followed Ettie into the house.
“Elsa-May, I’ve got Detective Crowley with me.”
Elsa-May came out of the kitchen smiling. “It’s good to see you again. Have you come to help us find out who killed Horace? I told Ettie to let you have your retirement in peace.”
Ettie frowned at Elsa-May. She was the one who’d said to let him have his retirement in peace. She didn’t want to argue in front of Crowley, but she’d certainly give Elsa-May a piece of her mind when he left. “He’s helping us and that’s that.”
“I don’t mind. The first few months of peace and quiet were good, but then the days wear on and they’re pretty much the same.”
“You’re okay with helping, then?” Ettie asked.
“I’m pleased to be back in the swing of things.”
“I’ll put the pot on the stove, then, and see if I can find some cake.” Elsa-May hurried back to the kitchen.
After Crowley sat down, Ettie said, “See, I told you there’d be cake.”
Before long, they were all seated with tea and fresh orange cake while Ettie told Elsa-May all the events she’d missed.
The sound of Crowley’s loud ring tone from his cell caused Ettie to jump.
He sprang to his feet. “Excuse me, I’ll take this outside.”
When Crowley was gone, Elsa-May said, “You’re awfully jumpy, Ettie.”
“A lot’s happened. I had a gun pointed at me.”
“Jah, you told me. That can’t have been good.”
Crowley walked back through the door. “It appears that Sadie Hostetler never came home last night. She’s disappeared.”
Ettie’s jaw fell open and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you think she’s in danger?”
“We can’t be too careful, but you did say that the man put the gun down when she told him to. I think we can safely assume that she’s involved in some way with this whole debacle.”
“It wasn’t like that. She told that young man I didn’t have the key, then after that he left.” Ettie nibbled the end of her fingernail.
“Young man?” Elsa-May asked Ettie.
“The one who pointed the gun at me.” Ettie shook her head at Elsa-May – hadn’t she been listening?
The two ladies looked back up at Crowley and he sat down.
“Looks like there’s a whole lot more to this than first appeared,” he said.
“I’m sorry to drag you into all this now that you’ve retired,” Ettie said.
Elsa-May jutted out her bottom jaw. “That’s what I said in the first place. Leave him be; he’s retired.”
Ettie rolled her eyes.
“Anytime you need me, I’m always there,” Crowley said with a smile tugging the corners of his lips. He reached for his teacup.
“Yes, you’ve been good to us in the past.” Elsa-May glanced over at Ettie who narrowed her eyes at her.
“I wonder where Sadie could’ve gone to,” Ettie said.
Elsa-May said, “Would her mother know?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think she’d want her mother involved. Doris is too old to cope with the worry, which is why I’m surprised that Sadie’s disappeared.” Ettie turned to Crowley. “Do you think she’s in danger? Maybe that man with the gun didn’t leave and he was lurking up the road.”
“Let’s not think about that for now. The police are doing everything they can.”
“Poor Sadie. Things never seem to go her way. She was jilted by two men before she was twenty.”
Elsa-May’s eyebrows raised. “Ettie, stop it. You like to gossip far too much. That’s how rumors start. Rumors are spread by people with too much time on their hands and not enough sense in their heads. Anyway, I heard she was only jilted by one man.”
The lines in Crowley’s forehead deepened. “Ettie, you said Sadie seemed to be familiar with the man who had the gun, and didn’t seem afraid?”
“She wasn’t scared at all. He insisted I had the key and then she came next to me and said the police had it.”
“When she stood next to you, did he point the gun at her?”
Ettie shook her head.
Crowley took a notepad out of his pocket and made some notes.
Ettie licked her lips. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Would it be possible she knew the man?” Crowley asked.
“No, I don’t think sh
e knew him when I think about it now. But that’s what my first thought was. Anyone else could have overheard us at the station when I was talking to Kelly and trying to have him take a look at it.”
“Hmm,” Crowley said. “This does put another slant on things.” He stretched out his arm and took another piece of orange cake.
“What do we do know so far?” Elsa-May leaned forward in her chair.
When Crowley swallowed his mouthful of cake, he said, “Leave it to Kelly. He’s getting a search warrant for the deposit box – we’re taking a guess that it’s the local bank, since there’s only one in town with box facilities.”
“How long will it take them to get a warrant?” Elsa-May asked.
“He’ll have to gather enough evidence to prove to the judge that there are grounds to sign off on a warrant.”
“Someone’s dead – wouldn’t that be grounds enough?” Elsa-May asked.
“It’s a key, but it might not be related to this whole thing. The judge will have to be convinced that this key is related to Horace’s murder. It will help him get the warrant now that someone with a gun was after it.” He looked at Ettie. “I think you’ll have to make another visit to Kelly.”
“I’ll go tomorrow,” Ettie said, not looking forward to doing so.
* * *
The next morning, Ettie was feeling guilty about leaving Ava alone in the grossdaddi haus after all that had happened. She made Ava the first stop of the day before she went to visit old Mrs. Hostetler.
When she got out of the taxi, she saw that Jeremiah was working inside her house. She stepped through the door. “Jeremiah? I thought you’d finished.”
“Hiya, Aunt Ettie. I should have this done by lunchtime. I’m just going over the nails, making sure they’re safe and filling the cracks. I had another job to get to yesterday so I couldn’t finish this. I’m going to give it a light polish when I’m done. It’ll look great.”
“It’s looking good already. Denke, Jeremiah.” Ettie heard from the sound of the hoof beats passing the house that Ava was pulling up in the buggy. She went out to meet her. “Where have you been so early?” Ettie asked.
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