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“When I realized that Griffin was dead, I noticed movement in the woods.”
    “What was it? A deer?” the other deputy asked.
    Jonah paled. “
Nee.
It looked like a wild man.”

Chapter Six
    T here was only one man in Holmes County I knew who resembled a wild man: Nahum Shetler. He was a rogue Amish man, who lived outside of any Amish district. He was also Rachel Miller’s estranged father. For nearly a year, I had been hoping father and daughter would reconnect, but Rachel had made it very clear to me that she would deal with her father in her own time. In general, Amish time, especially when it came to relationships, was much slower than English time. The Amish weren’t ones to yell and scream in fits of anger, but they could freeze a person out with a frigidity I would have thought impossible if I hadn’t seen it myself.
    Mitchell glanced over at me. I knew he was thinking Nahum too, but he didn’t say the name.
    “Was it Nahum?” I asked Jonah.
    Jonah shook his head. “
Nee.
The person was too”—he paused as if searching for the right word—“hairy.”
    Mitchell arched an eyebrow. “Hairy?”
    “Like Bigfoot?” Deputy Anderson blurted out.
    Mitchell scowled at him, and the young deputyshrank back. I felt a twinge of sympathy for Anderson. I had been on the receiving end of Mitchell’s disapproval more than once, and it wasn’t pleasant.
    Jonah’s brow knit together. “Big? Foot?”
    “He talking about a Sasquatch,” the other deputy said.
    Jonah’s frown only deepened. “A what?”
    Deputy Anderson attempted to explain who or what Bigfoot was to my Amish friend, but it was clear Jonah didn’t comprehend what the deputy was saying. When Anderson went on to tell him about movies depicting Bigfoot, Jonah was completely lost.
    Mitchell started toward the trailer where the body lay. I still couldn’t see it. He glanced over his shoulder. “Angie, don’t follow me.”
    “I’m not following you,” I said sweetly.
    “Right.” He stood in my path. “Trust me. You don’t want to see him.” He grimaced. “Electrocution is a gruesome way to die. He will be burnt. I won’t go into detail.”
    I stepped back. In this case, I would take his word for it. I had heard Jonah’s description of the scene, and that should be enough.
    “Do you think whatever Jonah saw caused Griffin’s death? Like startled him to death and caused a heart attack or something?” I was reaching and we both knew it.
    Mitchell gave me a sad smile as if he knew what I was up to. He knew me better than most, so I’m sure he did. “Unless Bigfoot knows how to rig an electrical shortage, I think we can assume he’s not our guy.”
    I grimaced. “Maybe it was an accident.”
    “Not likely. It was intentional.” Mitchell said this with such certainty that I shivered.
    “How do you know?”
    Mitchell sighed. “The live wire was intertwined in the metal stairs with enough voltage from the generator to kill a rhino. Griffin never stood a chance being barefoot, and his feet must have been damp from the rains.”
    Of all the details I had heard, I was most troubled by the bare feet. If Griffin had been wearing his sturdy boots when he was shocked, he might still be alive. The murder seemed somehow worse because Griffin had been killed with the tools of his own trade, voltage and wire. Was that some sort of message sent by the killer? It seemed like an elaborate and painstaking way to kill someone. How would the murderer know Griffin would be at the trailer at the right time to get the zap? He would if he knew that he was coming to my parents’ house at five in the morning, which Jonah had already admitted to the police that he had.
    My chest clenched as I remembered Jonah telling the other deputy that he had turned off the generator. That meant his fingerprints were on it. It didn’t look good for my friend, but I wasn’t going to let Mitchell think that. “In that case, Jonah couldn’t possibly be involved. He’s