Meredith couldn't argue that she'd resurrected the talk about Aaron Mast's death, no matter how she might want to.
"You've already found out so much-surely you can discover the rest of it." "But it was your looking into what happened that summer that brought about this talk of Aaron killing himself.
Her weekly coffee klatch with her Amish cousin had turned in a direction Meredith had never anticipated. There's probably nothing left to learn."Īnd a small-town accountant shouldn't be anyone's idea of a crusader. "I'm not sure what I can do." That came out sounding much less definite than Meredith had hoped. But worry had driven lines around Sarah's normally placid blue eyes, and she reached one hand across the table in pleading. With her hair drawn tightly back under her kapp and her simple Amish dress, Sarah seemed an unlikely person to be urging her cousin to investigate a death that had occurred twenty years ago. Meredith King stared in dismay across the small cafe table at her cousin Sarah. Urn:oclc:859847256 Republisher_date 20171016160445 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 562 Scandate 20171015211020 Scanner Scanningcenter hongkong Shipping_container SZ0025 Tts_version v1."You are the only one who can find the truth, Meredith. OL17798048W Page-progression lr Page_number_confidence 94.10 Pages 358 Ppi 300 Related-external-id urn:isbn:1743646488 Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 13:31:42.296262 Boxid IA1157913 City Don Mills, Ont.
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