In Plain View (Amish Safe House, Book 2)
on her hips, and a mean look covered her face.
Confused, Kate stepped closer and asked, “Yes, what is
    “ That
will be fifteen cents, please,” the librarian said, in a louder
tone this time.
    Kate was puzzled.
“Excuse me?”
    “ The
pencil. It is fifteen cents to borrow one.” The old, irritable
woman pointed toward a plastic bin labeled,
Pencils: 15¢ per
    Kate frowned. She dug
though her purse, and brought out a quarter.
    “ Keep
the change,” she said angrily. She spun on her heel and walked
away, having no intention of returning to that dreadful place ever
again. As she got into the buggy, she felt bad for being angry. “An
Amish woman wouldn’t have been angry,” she said aloud, thinking of
the long talk on turning the other check that one of the ministers
had given at the last church meeting.

    Philippians 2:1-30.
So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from
love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy,
complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love,
being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or
conceit, but in humility count others more significant than
yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but
also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves,
which is yours in Christ Jesus.
10 .
    Kate paced back and forth in her cottage,
trying to think of a clever way to go and see Lucas. The words of
her boss played over and over in her mind, but she just could not
completely ignore the investigation. She needed to know what was
going on, and why the man with the same tattoo as the hitmen she
had relocated had ended up as a corpse in an Amish neighbor’s
    Kate walked toward the Kauffman haus ,
where Beth was weeding the garden. She leaned over the fence. “Hi,
Beth. Do you need anything in town? It’s such a lovely day – I
thought a buggy ride would do me some good and I could do your
grocery shopping.”
    “ Wunderbaar !” Beth exclaimed. “Well,
if you are sure you wouldn’t mind, I do have a list that I’ve have
been meaning to take care of. Stop by the house, and I’ll have the
list and money ready for you. I appreciate it. Isaac is always so
busy working around the farm, so it’s lovely having someone close
to us that is so willing to help out here and there.”
    After picking up the grocery list and cash,
Kate left the farm and drove to town. She tied the horse and then
headed for the nearest Goodwill.
    To her relief, the staff at Goodwill showed
no interest in an Amish woman buying a navy blue blazer and pants,
and white blouse, along with a pair of black shoes and a large
    Kate paid for her purchases – but now, where
to change? Kate hurried to the public toilets in the park. It was
an overcast day, and the wind was increasing in ferocity, and
consequently, no one was around to witness her transformation.
    Soon Kate was heading toward Lucas Caden’s
residence in a taxi. She had no idea how this would play out – if
only she had her badge and her gun. She knew the man would not
speak to her willingly, and she was aware how the scenario would
play out if she simply blindly approached him.
    As the taxi pulled up to the nearly
dilapidated Victorian home, Kate rehearsed her lines in her mind.
Her plan was to offer Lucas Caden immunity from prosecution as long
as he was forthcoming with information that led to an arrest in the
case. She wasn’t entirely certain how she would be able to keep
that promise, but she stayed optimistic that the police
investigating the case would not stumble onto Lucas’s tracks the
way she had. Kate had the taxi wait for her down the road, out of
    The sound of her knuckles colliding with the
oak door reminded Kate of her time as a U.S. Marshal. Life out here
wasn’t so bad, but she did miss being an agent. Now she was simply
a former agent playing some roles. She playing a role, but she
would never gain

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