my editor, Tina, I appreciate you so much! Thanks for everything you do!
To my agent, Tamela, I am so blessed to have you on my side!
To my Lord Jesus Christ, may my work always bring You glory.
If you’re like me, you love visiting new places and meeting new people. There’s something fascinating about it. That’s how the Amish Country Justice series has felt to me. I have gotten to know and love the characters in LaMar Pond. Including Lizzy Miller, whom we met in Plain Retribution. Guarding the Amish Midwife was a little bittersweet for me. Although I loved seeing a few old characters, I also left LaMar Pond to journey to a new town.
Waylan Grove is a fictional town in Holmes County, Ohio. I look forward to exploring it with you. It is home to some interesting characters. Such as Isaac Yoder. Isaac and Lizzy both had some issues to work through before they found their happy ending. I enjoyed watching them find their way to each other.
I hope you enjoyed Lizzy and Isaac’s story. As always, I love to hear from readers. You can find me at www.danarlynn.com. I am also on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
Blessings,
Dana R. Lynn
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“Wait here.”
Lizzy Miller watched from where she sat in the front passenger seat, stunned, as her Englisch hired driver, Bill Allister, shifted his car into Park in the empty lot before throwing the door open and jumping out of the vehicle, ignoring the rain that pelted him. The drops made wet smacking sounds as they hit his worn leather jacket. He left the car running as he moved toward the back door. She craned her neck to watch him, incredulous. She couldn’t believe that he was planning on leaving her here, alone. But clearly, that was exactly what he had in mind as he pulled the back door open. Grabbing a bag, he slammed the door and bolted around the side of the building, never glancing in her direction.
Beyond irritated now, Lizzy waited. And waited. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard several times. Fifteen minutes went by. Then twenty. Why were they stopped here? There were no other cars around. The building in front of her was obviously abandoned. Half the roof was caved in, and the windows were broken. Graffiti covered the exterior walls. Grass and weeds grew up through cracks in the parking lot.
Lizzy drummed her fingers on the hard plastic surface where the door met the window. Amish people did not operate motor vehicles, but instead hired Englisch people to drive them when their buggies were not practical. Therefore, she had made arrangements and hired a driver. Bill, however, was not the driver she had expected. She should have followed her instincts when he
