Chapter 13 – Amiss
Mel
Early Thursday Morning, February 19th
Gingrich Farm,
Morelville, Ohio
I pulled up in my pickup outside the Gingrich farm just before 6:30 AM. A Yoder Toter was already there, presumably for Jonah. The driver beeped the horn but, after several long seconds waiting where no one appeared at the door, I got out of my pick-up and walked up to the oversized passenger van.
The driver rolled the window down barely a crack when I stopped by his door.
“You here for Jonah?”
He looked me up and down in my uniform, now realizing as I stood before him that I was a law officer. “Yes Miss. Just given’ these boys a ride to work, is all.” There were two Amish boys about Jonah’s age sprawled on the seats behind the driver. One looked familiar but he had his hat shading his eyes
