My legs felt weak, and I grabbed a nearby stool. Slowly ripping open the wet, stained envelope, I found exactly what I expected. Although the letters ran together somewhat, it was clearly another threat.
I’m still watching you, Lizzie. There’s not much time left.
I sat there, trying to make sense of it. How did this note get in the blanket . . . which had been in Noah’s truck? His declarations of love and his constant promises to protect me suddenly took on an extremely ominous meaning. Had he protected me from Parsons? Noah was one of the only people who knew that the man had followed me to Kingdom from Kansas City.
I suddenly remembered something he’d said that I’d forgotten about in the excitement of finding my father. Noah had mentioned that Father had gone off the road in about the same place Mr. Parsons had. How would he have known that? He wasn’t around when the body was found. There was only one way he could have gotten information like that—if he’d seen the body himself. But if he loved me and was trying to protect me, why would he write notes threatening me and my daughter? Could this be some kind of twisted plan to make me run to him to seek security? Or were we in actual danger? Maybe he would do anything to keep me close to him. Telling him I was leaving with Clay could have been a horrible mistake.
I felt sick to my stomach. What should I do? Phone the police? Tell them that an elder in Kingdom church had gone crazy, had killed a man to protect me and might try to kill me too? As I considered my options, the idea that Noah had anything to do with Dave Parsons’ death or the hateful threats seemed impossible. Besides, how could he have sent mail to me in Kansas City? He couldn’t have known where I was. And the envelopes all had local postmarks.
Slowly another possibility dawned on me. Could he have hired Dave Parsons to find me and send me the notes? I shook my head as I considered this. Noah’s voice echoed in my thoughts. “You know me, Lizzie. You know me better than you think.” And I did. Noah Housler wasn’t a murderer, I was sure of it. So where did the note come from? And how did Noah know where Dave Parsons died?
I let out a big sigh into the semidarkness. What was it with me and men? I’d misjudged Clay and my father, and now I found myself suspecting an elder in the Mennonite church of taking a man’s life. I rubbed my head. It was time to get some sleep. Maybe I’d know what to do in the morning.
After putting the envelope into my pocket, I stuck the blanket into the washer, started it, and then slowly climbed the stairs. When I reached the kitchen, I quickly cleaned up the dishes from my impromptu supper and then checked the door. For some reason, tonight I wanted to make sure it was locked. When I finally climbed into bed, I spent time thanking God for saving my father’s life and touching his heart. Then I prayed once again for guidance. Even though I didn’t believe Noah was behind the threats, it seemed someone in Kingdom wanted to harm me and Charity. Someone who may have killed Dave Parsons.
When morning rolled around, I got out of bed and prepared food for breakfast, although not as much as I usually did. Sure enough, by a little after six, five customers had already made it in, and by nine, we were about half full. Several of the men had come into town specifically to clear the streets. After warming up with a hot meal, they went outside and hooked up snowplows to their tractors, making short order of Main Street. Then they headed out to the side streets.
About one thirty Mother walked into an empty dining room. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with digging out of the storm. If the skies stayed clear, I had no doubt that tomorrow night would be very busy. “Your father would have come, but he is clearing the snow and doing some work around our home. He admits that it has fallen into disrepair over the last two years, and he is determined to fix it. He was cleaning out the fireplace and gathering wood this morning. Before I left, I saw him standing outside, staring at our outhouse.” She giggled. “I believe he is determined to build a bathroom inside, not just for me, but also for Charity.”
I laughed. “Sit down, Mother. How about something to eat?”
She lowered herself into a chair. “I don’t suppose you have prepared any fried chicken today?”
“Fried chicken is a constant around here. We sell more of it than anything else. I’ll be back with a nice hot plate in a few minutes.”
She glanced around the room. “Where is Charity?”
“Taking a nap. She found last night exciting but also very tiring.”
Mother nodded. “I agree with her. Getting out of bed this morning was quite difficult. However, Matthew’s industrious behavior puts me to shame.” She took off her bonnet and set it next to her on the table. “Lizzie, I heard your father whistling this morning. It has been so long since—” She stopped and bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions. “I will not cry today. Before long you will think me a silly, weepy old woman.”
“Tears of happiness are a lot different than tears of pain,” I said softly. “You can bawl your head off, for all I care.”
She laughed. “What a funny expression. Why would I want to lose my head? I think that would not make me the least bit happy.”
I grinned at her. “Why, Mother, you made a joke.”
“Yes, I did, Daughter. And it felt good.”
I chuckled and headed to the kitchen. The mashed potatoes and gravy were still hot, and frying the chicken only took a few minutes. I tossed in a couple of pieces for myself after realizing I hadn’t eaten. By the time I carried our plates out to the dining room, I’d made the decision to tell my mother about Clay and Noah. I needed wisdom, and she was the wisest person I knew.
After praying for our food, I first broached the subject of Noah and the note. “He keeps reminding me about a promise he made to me when I was a child, Mother. That he would always protect me. Could his drive to take care of me lead him to kill that detective?”
“Oh, Daughter, I do not think so. I have known Noah Housler all his life. He is a very good man. Not someone who would take a life.”
“But what about the note, Mother? And how could he possibly know the exact spot in the ravine where Dave Parsons died?”
She shook her head. “I do not know, Elizabeth Lynn. Perhaps you should be asking him these questions.”
I took a big bite of mashed potatoes and gravy while I considered her suggestion. Maybe she was right. Noah was the only person who had the answers I needed.
More than once, as Mother and I visited, I tried to bring up my plans to marry Clay and leave Kingdom, but she was so happy, I couldn’t do it. Not yet. I finally decided to wait until our plans were solid before telling her and Father. It would hurt them, and that was something I didn’t want to do. Of course, watching me get arrested and hauled off to jail would upset them even more. A verse from Isaiah popped into my head about God making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. That’s what I needed. For God to make a way for me through my mess. A way that would bring joy instead of sorrow. God brought me to Kingdom, and He was the only one who could sort out the muddle I was in.
Charity woke up around two thirty, and Mother played with her for a while. Around four Callie came in, apologizing for not making it in sooner. She’d been snowed in. I sent her home, deciding to close for the evening.
It was almost four thirty before Mother was ready to leave. She was putting on her cape when she suddenly got a strange look on her face. “My goodness. I almost forgot.” She reached inside her cloak and pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper and bound with twine. “The letters Clay sent. Father asked me to give them to you. He said you should do whatever you want with them.”
“Thanks, Mother. I’ll put them upstairs. Maybe I’ll read them someday, but right now I think they’d just make me sad.”
“I understand, Daughter. I am sorry they were late in reaching you.”
I took the package from her with a smile. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
She said good-bye and left. I watched her climb into the buggy and signal to Blackie that it was time to start home.
A few minutes after she’d ridden away, Clay called to find out how late I was working tonight. The roads between Belleville and Kingdom were in pretty good shape, and no snow was forecast for tonight.
“Perfect timing,” I told him. “With everyone still digging out, I’ve decided to close. I’ll make us dinner, and the three of us will have the whole evening together.”
“That sounds wonderful. I’ve been stuck in this motel room too long. I’m getting cabin fever.”
“Well, not sure how much different being stuck in the restaurant will be, but we’d love to see you.”
He laughed. “Trust me. Spending time with you and Charity is what I want more than anything in the world. It might take me a little longer than usual to get there, though. How ’bout around seven?”
“Seven it is. See you soon.”
“Love you, Lizzie.”
“I . . . I love you . . . too.” As I hung the phone up, I struggled with the reason it had been so difficult to say that.
I hurried upstairs to change. Since the restaurant was closed, I decided to dress up a bit. Not being a “dress” person after having to wear long skirts most of my life, I made the ultimate sacrifice. I took off my usual jeans and put on a lovely long-sleeved Nicole Miller print dress I’d found at a garage sale. I’d worn it only once, to a Harbor House banquet. It had muted shades of turquoise, blue, and black and created a pattern that almost reminded me of butterflies. It seemed to set off my dark hair and eyes. The night of the banquet, I’d received quite a few compliments.
I pulled on my only pair of dress shoes, black pumps with small heels. Then I touched up my makeup and brushed my hair. I checked myself in the dresser mirror. Not bad.
“Oh, Mama. You’re beautiful,” Charity said. “Can I dress up too?”
“If you want to. What about your pink dress?”
She nodded happily. “Just like The Princess. Except she has blond hair and I don’t.”
I chuckled. “Yes, just like The Princess. Do you need help putting it on?”
She shook her head vigorously. “I’m getting to be a pretty big girl, you know. I can get dressed by myself.” She started to flounce out of my room but stopped at the door. “But maybe you better brush my hair for me. I don’t do it right sometimes.”
“I’ll be happy to do that.”
“Thank you, Mama.” With that she left.
I suddenly remembered a small bottle of cologne I’d bought on sale in Kansas City. Now, where was it? My purse. I’d stuck it in there because it was so small I didn’t want it to get lost in all the other junk I’d shoved into our suitcases as we were leaving town. I found my purse and scavenged around in it, trying to locate the bottle.
Before I uncovered the cologne, my fingers closed around my cell phone. I’d forgotten all about it. After finally finding the cologne and dabbing it on my neck and below my ears, I decided to plug in the phone. I had no idea if it would work in Kingdom, so far out in the country. But, since I’d paid for two months of service, it would be interesting to find out if I’d thrown my money away.
Finding the charger took several minutes, but I finally located it in a small bag I hadn’t unpacked yet. I unplugged the DVD player, stuck the charger into the receptacle, and turned on the phone. I started to walk away when the phone beeped out a signal that there was a message. I went back, pressed the button to retrieve my messages, and entered my voicemail code. There were six new messages. My stomach clenched. Did I really want to listen? At first I decided not to, but curiosity got the better of me, and I punched in the number that would play back the phone calls. Then I pressed the speaker button. Meghan’s voice came through the speaker.
“Lizzie,” she said excitedly, “you’ve been completely cleared! Sylvia found out you’d been let go and launched an investigation. A little research proved you were right. Reba doctored the books, trying to make you look guilty. She was fired. No one is sure why she did it, but everyone knows now that you were framed. Sylvia wants you back. After a few more weeks of rest, she’s returning to the director’s job.” There was a long pause. “I hope you get this, Lizzie. I miss you. Please call me and let me know you’re okay. I’m worried about you.” The rest of the messages were all the same, although Meghan’s plea to contact her became more insistent.
I slid down to the floor, staring at the phone with disbelief. It was over. The nightmare was over. No more running. Relief overtook me, and all I could do was sob. The pent-up fear and frustration of the last couple of weeks slowly drained from my body, leaving me feeling weak but exhilarated. I sat there for several minutes thinking, wondering what this meant for Charity and me.
Finally Charity called out, needing help with her hair. I turned off the phone, got up, and went to help her. After brushing her hair and wiping the mascara off my face, we went downstairs. Charity played with The Princess while I prepared dinner. Steak and potatoes. Salad. As I worked, a deep sense of awareness bubbled up from inside me, and I began to hum a familiar tune.
For the first time since coming to Kingdom, I knew exactly what I wanted.