Jenny sat in the motel restaurant with Bobby. It was early, 7:00 a.m. She stared down at the coffee cup between her hands.
“The person spoke German, Bobby. Who speaks German but Amish people?”
“They told you it could be very dangerous for you?”
“That’s what they said. The voice… well, it was muffled and distorted… harsh, like they were disguising it. Maybe with a towel or a cloth. I couldn’t really tell if it was a man or a woman.” She looked up. “What have we gotten into, Bobby?”
Bobby put his hand on Jenny’s. “Don’t worry, Jenny. I’ll let the detective know and have him put a stakeout on the motel. I will also have us moved to adjoining rooms with a door between. I’ll be very close, and so will this.” He patted his coat under his arm, and for the first time, Jenny noticed the slight
