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  "No. If anything, she was the opposite--always bringing in stray squirrels and birds, and feeding the calves whose mothers died birthing. Taking care of whoever needed caring."

  "Did she watch her little sister often?"

  "Yes. Hannah was her shadow."

  "How did your youngest die, again?"

  Sarah's eyes shuttered as she stepped back from herself. "She drowned in a skating accident when she was seven."

  "I'm so sorry. Were you there at the time?"

  "No, she and Katie were out at the pond by themselves." When Lizzie did not ask another question, Sarah looked up at the detective, at the conclusion written across her face. "You cannot be thinking that Katie had anything to do with her own sister's death!"

  Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "Mrs. Fisher," she murmured, "I never said I did."

  In a perfect world, Lizzie thought, Samuel Stoltzfus would be gracing the pages of magazines dressed in nothing but Calvin Klein underwear. Tall, strong, and blond, he was so classically lovely that a woman of any faith would have had trouble turning him away--but Lizzie had been questioning the young man for twenty minutes, and knew that even if he looked like a Greek god, he sure as hell didn't have the smarts of Socrates. So far, although she'd verbally held up every single piece of medical evidence of his girlfriend's pregnancy, Samuel wouldn't budge from saying Katie hadn't had a baby.

  Maybe denial was catching, like the flu.

  Exhaling heavily, Lizzie backed off. "Let's try another tack. Tell me about your boss."

  "Aaron?" Samuel seemed surprised, and with good reason; all the other questions had been about his relationship with Katie. "He's a good man. A very simple man."

  "He seemed sort of stubborn to me."

  Samuel shrugged. "He is used to doing things his way," he said, then hastened to add, "but of course he should, since this is his farm."

  "And after you're a member of the family? Won't it be your farm, then, too?"

  Samuel ducked his head, clearly uncomfortable. "That would be his decision."

  "Who else is going to take over the farm, especially once Katie marries? Unless he's got a son waiting in the wings that no one's mentioned."

  Without meeting her eye, Samuel said, "He has no sons anymore."

  Lizzie turned. "Was there another child that died? I was under the impression it was a little girl."

  "Yes, Hannah." Samuel swallowed. "No one else died. I meant that he has no sons. Sometimes, with the English, I forget how to say it."

  Lizzie eyed the blond man. Samuel stood to inherit the farm--as long as he managed to claim Katie Fisher. Having Aaron Fisher's grandchild would cement that deal. Had Katie killed the infant because she didn't want to be tied to Samuel? Because she didn't want him to inherit?

  "Before the baby was found," Lizzie asked, "were you and Katie having any fights?"

  He hesitated. "I don't think I have to tell you this."

  "Actually, Samuel, you do. Because your girlfriend's on trial for murder here, and if you had any part in it you could be charged as an accessory. So--the fights?"

  Samuel blushed. It made Lizzie stare; she'd never seen shame sprawled across the face of such a large man. "Just small things."

  "Such as?"

  "Sometimes she didn't want to kiss me good night."

  Lizzie grinned. "That's a little like locking the barn door after the horse has run out."

  Samuel blinked at her. "I don't understand."

  Now it was Lizzie's turn to blush. "I just meant that a kiss seems fairly inconsequential once you've gotten her pregnant."

  His cheeks flamed brighter. "Katie did not have a baby."

  Back to square one. "Samuel, we've been over this. She had a baby. There's medical proof."

  "I don't know these English doctors, but I know my Katie," he said. "She says she didn't have that baby, and it's true; she couldn't have."

  "Why not?"

  "Because." Samuel turned away.

  "Because isn't good enough, Samuel," Lizzie said.

  He turned around, his voice rising. "Because we have never made love!"

  Lizzie was silent for a moment. "Just because she's never slept with you," the detective gently pointed out, "doesn't mean she hasn't slept with someone else."

  She waited for the words to sink in, the awful battering ram that knocked down the last of Samuel's defenses. The big man curled into himself, the brim of his hat touching his knees, his arms folded tight around his middle.

  Lizzie remembered a case she'd worked on years ago, where the girlfriend of a jewelry store manager had cheated on her boyfriend and gotten pregnant. Rather than admitting to it, she saved face by claiming the guy had raped her and going to court. This newborn's murder might not hinge on an argument between Katie and Samuel, but the very opposite. Instead of admitting that she had slept with another man, going against her religious principles, hurting her family, and ruining her prospects with Samuel, Katie had simply gotten rid of the evidence of her transgression. Literally.

  Lizzie watched Samuel's shoulders shake with emotion. Patting him once on the back, she left him to come to terms with the truth: It was not that he didn't believe Katie had had a baby; it was that he didn't want to.

  "Would she do that?" Samuel whispered, holding onto Ellie's hands like a lifeline. "Would she do that to me?"

  She had never believed that you could see a heart break, yet here she was watching it. And it was much like the time she'd watched a skyscraper demolished in Philly, floor crumbling into floor until there was nothing but a memory hanging in the air. "Samuel, I'm sorry. I barely know her well enough to make that judgment."

  "But did she say anything to you? Did she tell you his name?"

  "We don't know there was another 'he, '" Ellie said. "The detective wants you to jump to conclusions, in the hope that you'll slip up and tell her something the prosecution can use."

  "I didn't say anything," Samuel insisted.

  "Of course not," Ellie said dryly. "I'm sure they have plenty to work with right now." In fact, just the thought of it sent her head spinning: in a nutshell, here was the prosecution's motive--Katie committed murder to cover up an indiscretion.

  Samuel looked at Ellie seriously. "I would do anything for Katie."

  "I know." And Ellie did. The question was, just how far did Samuel's promise extend? Could he simply be a very good actor, and have known all along about his girlfriend's pregnancy? Even if Sarah hadn't noticed, Samuel would have easily discovered physical differences in Katie during a simple embrace--and would naturally have known if he wasn't the father. Without any Fisher sons, Samuel stood to inherit the farm--as long as he managed to claim Katie. A Lancaster County farm was a tremendous boon, the real estate value of some of these properties reaching into the millions. If Katie had given birth and then married the father of the child, Samuel would be left out in the cold. It was a clear motive for murder--but pointed at a very different suspect.

  "I think you need to speak to Katie," Ellie said gently. "I'm not the one who's going to be able to give you the answers."

  "We were going to be together. She told me so." Samuel's voice was shaking; although no tears had fallen, they were shining in his eyes. Another thing about heartbreaks--you could not watch one without feeling your own heart suffer a hairline fracture as well. Samuel turned away from Ellie, his shoulders rounded. "I know that it's the Lord's way to forgive her, but I can't do that right now. Right now, all I want to know is who she was with."

  Ellie nodded, and silently thought, You're not the only one.

  Vines twined around the footing of the railroad bridge, stretching toward the high water mark and the rivets that anchored steel to concrete. Katie rolled up the legs of her jeans and took off her shoes and socks, following Adam into the shallow water. Pebbles bit at the arches of her feet; on the slick, smoother stones, her heels slipped. As she reached for the pillar to steady herself, she felt Adam's hands grasp her shoulders. "It's December, 1878," he whispe