A Plain Disappearance (15 page)

“Nope. Not me.” His eyes scanned the room and fell on Becky again.

“Do you think she may have upset one of the would-be suitors?” I asked, causing Aaron to tear his eyes away from Becky.

Aaron tilted his chin upward. “Enough for them to kill her?” He shook his head. “I don’t know. Caleb King is angry, I’m sure. He was courting her for a long while. The next thing I knew Nathan Garner was driving Katie around the county in his buggy and taking her to singings. I saw the two of them on a buggy ride about a week ago. That’s always a tell-tale sign that someone is courting.”

Timothy’s brow rose. “I thought Caleb and Nathan were friends.”

Aaron cleaned his fingers on a paper napkin. “They were. Speaking of friends, I hear Billy from the auto repair shop took off.”

“How do you know that?” Timothy asked.

“Everyone knows.”

Becky’s musical laughter floated across the room. She chatted with two young men from the Mennonite church.

Aaron frowned and released the brake on his wheelchair. “If you will excuse me.” He rolled in their direction.

Becky turned, and her eyes sparkled when she saw that it was Aaron. The two Mennonites scowled at each other.

Timothy sighed. “At first, I thought their liking of each other was cute, but now I think it may be trouble.”

“Because Aaron is baptized.”

“Yes.”

My conversation with Becky about Aaron came to mind. Should I tell Timothy about it, so that he could warn his best friend about the coming disappointment? I bit my lip. No. Becky needed to tell Aaron herself. I cleared my throat. “I wonder why Katie broke it off with Caleb. Don’t Amish girls usually commit to one boy?”

“Most of the time, but she was still very young. There is another possibility too. Maybe he was the one who broke it off.”

I remembered how angry Caleb was when I asked him about Katie at Thomas’s school program. “I want to talk to him again.”

He laughed. “I figured.”

“Tomorrow. Where can I find him?”

“Nathan’s family owns a furniture warehouse just outside of Appleseed Creek.”

“That’s the one Grandfather Zook sells his napkin holders to.”

Timothy nodded. “Right. Caleb works there too.”

I grimaced. “That must be uncomfortable for both of them. Let’s go there tomorrow.”

“We can’t. The warehouse will be closed tomorrow. Amish businesses are closed on Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Second Christmas.”

“Second Christmas?”

“That’s what we call the day after Christmas. What do you call it?”

I laughed. “The day after Christmas. They call it Boxing Day in England, though.”

“Boxing? Like punching?”

I laughed. “No, not that kind of boxing, like boxing up gifts.” I frowned. “I don’t like the idea of having to wait another day to talk to Caleb or Nathan, for that matter.”

Timothy nodded. “Lots of folks are out and about on Second Christmas even if all the shops are closed. It’s a big day to visit extended family. I’ll see if I can find out where Caleb might be.”

I suppressed a sigh. It was the best plan that I had. “At least we should be able to track down Jason since he’s English.”

Timothy’s cell phone rang.

My eyebrows shot up. Usually the only calls he received were from the job site at Young’s, but that was shut down for the holiday.

He took the call and moved away from me. “Hello?” Did he think that I would try to overhear? I admit I was curious about the call, but not
that
curious. I watched him talk on his phone on the other side of the room. Becky appeared at my side and her body reverberated with excitement as she clasped her hands in front of her chest. Something was definitely up. Of the two, I was most likely to crack Becky. I sidled up to her. “What’s going on?” I asked.

She jumped. “Nothing. Nothing’s going on.”

“Becky, you are the worst liar in the world, even for an Amish girl.” I made a “gimmee” gesture with my hands. “Spill.”

Her brow knit together. “You want me to spill something? Won’t that ruin the Quills’ carpet?”

I chuckled. “It’s just an English expression. It means tell me what you know.”

“Oh.” She pursed her lips together. “I can’t. I promised.”

“Who did you promise?”

Becky seemed to consider whether or not she could answer that question. Her eyes moved to Timothy, who was watching us while still on the phone. He shook his head at his younger sister.

“I can’t tell you,” Becky said finally. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it will ruin everything.”

“Just tell me if it is good or bad.”

She rolled her eyes. She was becoming a bit of an expert eye roller. “Just wait and see. Let’s eat some gingerbread house. It will make you feel better.”

“Becky, you spent three days making that house, and you want to eat it?” I pointed to the intricately decorated house. Becky had even made a tiny Siamese cat representing Gigabyte out of modeling chocolate. It was a work of art. Several partygoers walked around it, including Becky’s lawyer Tyler Hart. I hadn’t seen him come inside.

“That’s what it’s for,” she said, practically.

“Well, don’t expect me to take a bite out of it.”

Becky placed a finger to her cheek. “I think I need a bigger knife to cut into the roof.” She went to the kitchen.

I joined Tyler at the gingerbread house.

He nodded to me. “It was nice of you girls to have this party. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Myself included.”

“We’re glad that you could come.”

He smiled. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Can I ask you about Billy?”

He adjusted his glasses. “I was wondering when you’d bring him up. I had a nice chat with Greta just yesterday about my client.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Chloe, I can’t tell you exactly what legal matters I helped Billy with, but I can assure you I didn’t know about his past. Had I known, I would have never agreed to have taken him on as a client.”

“So if we find him, you won’t help him now?”

He examined the tiny chocolate replica of Gigabyte. “I didn’t say that.”

“Do you have an idea where he could be?”

“I’m afraid not. I spoke with Billy when he needed my assistance but didn’t know him well enough to know where he might have gone under these circumstances.” He glanced around the room. “Is Greta here? She said that she might drop in.”

“Becky invited her, but I haven’t seen her.”

He frowned slightly. “Are there any more whoopie pies?”

“I think there might be in the kitchen.”

He nodded to me and headed in that direction.

Across the room, Timothy’s cell phone rang again and he answered. A minute later he walked across the room to me. “I have a Christmas gift for you.”

I touched the necklace around my neck. “You already gave me a gift.”

“I know.” His face broke into a grin. “This one is better.”

The doorbell rang.

“Are you going to answer that?” Timothy asked.

Becky skipped across the room and stood next to her brother.

I looked back from one to the other. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but okay, I will play along.”

The doorbell rang again. Whoever was on the other side was decidedly impatient.

“I’m coming,” I muttered.

I opened the door and stumbled back as the person on the other side catapulted herself into my arms.

I found my voice. “Tee!”

A
re you surprised?” my best friend asked. She bounced up and down and her wild ebony curls flew in all directions.

I wiped away a tear. “Yes, I’m surprised.” I turned to Timothy and Becky. “You two knew about this?”

Tanisha showed off her dazzling white smile. “Of course they did. How else would I know where you lived? Let me tell you, my GPS was no help at all. I would have been here earlier, but my Garmin took me way off course. I had to call Timothy and describe where I was. His directions were to take the right fork at the intersection where the old barn burned down. Who says that? This county really should invest in some road signage.” She spoke a mile a minute just like always. I had to wonder how she taught her Italian students English. It would be an intense class with Tanisha at the helm.

“Let’s sit down,” I said.

Timothy touched my arm. “I’m going to take Aaron home. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I noticed guests were beginning to leave. It was nearing ten in the evening. I hadn’t realized that the party had gone so late.

Becky turned toward the kitchen. “Let me grab my coat. I want to go with you.” A second later she reappeared in her winter coat. “I’m ready. Chloe, is it okay if I go? Tanisha, I’m sorry to run out on you like this so fast.”

Tanisha laughed. “I’m sure we will have plenty of time to visit. I’ll be here for a couple of days.”

“You will?” I beamed.

After Becky, Timothy, and Aaron left, followed by the rest of our departing guests, I fell next to Tanisha on the Quills’ flowered couch. She glanced around the room and picked up a porcelain figurine of a ballerina. “Um. Since when have you been into ballet?”

I laughed. “I told you this house came furnished. The elderly couple who lives here is in Florida for the winter. They will be back in April, and then we will have to find a new place to live. Honestly, I hope we do sooner than that. This is too far from town.”

“No kidding. And hello? Did anyone ever hear of streetlights out here?” She removed her magenta-colored coat, revealing her ugly reindeer sweater underneath.

I burst out laughing. “You wore it!”

She tweaked Rudolph on the nose. “I had to wear it. It’s Christmas.”

“Did you already see your parents?”

“Oh yeah.” Tee rolled her eyes. “I would have left earlier, but Mom wouldn’t let me out of her sight. I’m surprised I didn’t lose an arm while leaving the house, she was yanking on it so hard.”

“I don’t want to keep you from your parents.”

“Please.” She whispered out of the side of her mouth. “I had to check out Timmy.” She fanned herself.

I covered my mouth. “I don’t think anyone calls him ‘Timmy.’”

“Good. That can be our thing, then. Timmy and I need a special relationship. I mean I
will
be the maid of honor at the wedding.”

“Whoa there,” I said, sounding like Grandfather Zook talking to Sparky. “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself.”

“Not that far,” she insisted. “Let me see the necklace.”

I pulled the necklace from its place under my sweater. I had e-mailed her about the gift from Timothy, but I left out the part about finding the dead body by the barn.

The hammer and computer mouse charm reflected the yellow light from the pewter lamp on the end table. “That’s the sweetest gift I have ever seen. How romantic! How did he even think of it? Maybe I need to find me an Amish boy while I’m here. It’s much nicer than anything Cole ever gave me.”

I tucked the necklace back under my sweater. Cole was Tanisha’s former fiancé. He lived in Florida and broke up with her in an e-mail while she was in Italy. “Have you heard from Cole?”

She shook her head. “Not even a Christmas e-card. He wasn’t too happy when I told him I threw his ring into Lake Como. I hope the fish that ate it enjoyed it because I never want to see that ring again.” She bumped my shoulder. “Cole never looked at me like Timmy looks at you. I’ve only been here a few minutes, but I can tell he is completely besotted.”

“Really?” My voice squeaked.

She laughed and stood. “Got any food around here. I’m starved.”

I stood too. “You have a full gourmet spread.”

“What? You moved to the country and learned how to cook? If you tell me you started knitting, I’m going to faint dead away.”

“No way. Becky’s the chef. I’m clean up.”

She grinned. “Sounds like my kind of arrangement.”

Gigabyte was in the kitchen eating a piece of ham in his dish that Becky must have given to him. Tanisha dropped to all fours. “Gig! I missed you.”

The Siamese cat arched his back and hissed. He then slunk under the kitchen table, the ham clenched between his front teeth.

Tanisha jumped to her feet. “At least some things in your life haven’t changed. Gig is as friendly as ever. He only likes you.”

“He likes Becky.” I lowered my voice. “I think he likes Becky even more than me now. She gives him bacon for breakfast every morning.”

“If someone made me bacon for breakfast every morning, I’d love her too.” She loaded her plate with leftovers from the Christmas party. “So what are we going to do tomorrow? Will I meet Timmy’s family?”

I picked up a baby carrot from the buffet. “Yes, I think so. You will love his grandfather. As for what else we are doing, maybe you can help me with a project.”

She bit into a croissant and closed her eyes for a minute to relish the taste of it. “If it’s something with computers, count me out.”

“No computers,” I promised. “We’re looking for a murderer.”

The croissant dropped from her hand.

T
he sun rose just above the stand of evergreen trees that hid the Gundy barn from sight. Tanisha’s leg sank halfway up to her calf in a snowdrift, and she struggled to pull her leg out. “Ugh! Tell me again why you brought me out into the wild.”

I gave her my arm to steady her, and she pulled her leg and foot free. “This was your idea, remember? You were the one that bounced into my room at five thirty in the morning wanting to do something.”

She carefully edged around the next snowdrift. “I can’t help it. I’m still on Italy time. It’s the afternoon over there. All I said was I wanted to see the sights.”

I pointed to the barn. “This is one of them. Besides, you walk everywhere in Italy.”

“Might I add that walking around Milan is different? I’m not walking through four feet of snow around the
duomo
.” She brushed snow off her pant leg. “At least Becky and I have the same size feet. Thank goodness she let me borrow her boots.” She held up her foot to show off the sturdy black boot.

“The ones you brought with you are impractical for the country. There’s no
duomo
or cathedrals around here.”