Murder in Plain Sight

Murder in Plain Sight

by Marta Perry

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ISBN-13: 9781426875700
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 12/01/2010
Series: Brotherhood of the Raven
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 98,068
File size: 586 KB

About the Author

Marta Perry realized she wanted to be a writer at age eight, when she read her first Nancy Drew novel. A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta to the books she writes now about the Amish. When she’s not writing, Marta is active in the life of her church and enjoys traveling and spending time with her three children and six beautiful grandchildren. Visit her online at

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A summons to the office of Dwight Henderson, senior partner in the Philadelphia law firm of Henderson, Dawes and Henderson, seldom resulted in good news for a junior associate, but Jessica Langdon didn't intend to let her apprehension show. Assuming her most professional expression, she straightened her suit jacket with icy fingers then tapped lightly and opened the door.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Henderson?"

Henderson frowned across the expanse of a massive mahogany desk, balancing a gold fountain pen between his forefingers. He let the engraved pen drop to the desktop and nodded to the chair across from him.

The penalty box. That was how she'd thought of that seat recently. She sat, smoothing her skirt down over her knees.

Center City's skyline, seen through a wide window, made an impressive backdrop, not that Henderson needed any help to impress. Over sixty, he had a heavily lined face that no expensive facial treatments could make resemble anything but a bulldog's, a shining bald dome that reflected the light from the window, and a pair of remote, piercing dark eyes. Whatever his appearance said, he was a highly successful attorney whose clients could afford, and got, the best.

Jessica waited out the frowning silence that had such a demoralizing effect on reluctant witnesses on the few occasions when Henderson Senior deigned to appear in court himself. Henderson had summoned her. It was for him to speak first.

"Your time here has not been particularly successful, has it, Ms. Langdon?"

That didn't seem to require an answer. Her heart sank. This was it, then. Termination. She tried not to think of her father's reaction. A superior-court judge tended to expect better of his only child.

"After the business with the Clements boy…"

The Clements boy, as Henderson called him, was the sixteen-year-old scion of one of the firm's wealthiest clients, currently embarked on an escalating pattern of vandalism and violence. Her comment that perhaps he should for once have to face the consequences of his actions had not been well received.

"…to say nothing of your failure in the Altmiller matter."

She had to bite her tongue at that. Dwight Henderson Junior had dropped the ball in that situation, but it had been made abundantly clear that her duty was to accept the blame and say nothing. Dwight Henderson's son could not possibly have mishandled a case. Junior associates fell on their swords.

"…only my respect for your father has allowed."

Her father, Theodore Belmont Langdon, superior-court judge and law-school crony of Dwight Senior. His influence had secured this position for her, but it was apparently not enough to ensure that she stayed.

Henderson cleared his throat. "However, a case has come up which you've been requested to handle." He shoved a file folder across the desk.

She was so astonished that his words took a moment to sink in. She picked up the folder by its edges. Some response seemed called for. "Yes, sir?"

"You'll have to drive to Lancaster County immediately to deal with the matter. The Morgan family has decided to fund the defense for this unfortunate young man. Take your lead from them as to how to handle the case. It shouldn't involve anything more complicated than negotiating a plea bargain."

"May I ask—"

"That's all, Ms. Langdon. Satisfy the Morgan family, and perhaps."

He let that trail off, but she got the message. Perhaps we won't be letting you go.

She'd like a little more information, but his peremptory gesture sent her to the door. She escaped, clutching the file to her chest. She'd have to trust that its contents could salvage the remnants of her career.

Face it—she was lost. Jessica glared at the GPS system that was supposed to get her wherever she needed to go. It worked fine in Philadelphia, or out on the interstate. But once she'd gotten entangled in a network of narrow roads that wound past neat farms and through patches of woods, the system seemed to get as lost as she was. At the moment, it was blinking, its automated voice informing her that it was recalculating the route. Unfortunately, it had been doing so for the past ten minutes.

She slowed the car, pulling off onto the graveled verge, and reached for a map. Since she didn't know where she was, it seemed unlikely that the map would help her much. The last road sign she'd seen had marked an even narrower road than this one, called Creek Road. No Creek Road appeared on the map. It was undoubtedly one of the many thin, unnamed lines that wound through Lancaster County, presumably connecting the apparently endless patchwork of dairy farms.

Propping the map against the steering wheel, she tried to find the spot at which she'd gotten off the main road. Following her prospective employer's directions so far had resulted in nothing but trouble. She could only hope that wasn't a portent of things to come.

A noise behind her brought her head up. If she could flag down a car and ask for directions—

But it wasn't a car. A gray-and-black buggy came into view over the gentle rise of the road behind her, seeming to fit into the pastoral surroundings far better than her year-old hatchback. The horse's hooves clopped rhythmically on the blacktop, slowing as the animal approached.

The faintest apprehension brushed her nape, and she shook it away. She was surely far safer here than on some of the city's streets, strange though the equipage looked to her.

The buggy came to a halt next to her. She had to open her window and crane her neck to look up at the person who leaned down toward her.

The young woman's face was framed by a black bonnet, oddly anachronistic. Her long-sleeved, dark green dress had a matching apron. Jessica had to remind herself that she'd been driving through Center City Philadelphia only a couple of hours ago. Beyond the woman, the man who held the buggy lines had the sort of haircut achieved by cutting around a bowl on the head, topped by a straw hat. Well, maybe their dress wasn't that much stranger than that of the Goth couple she'd spotted yesterday, the woman wearing a studded leather dog collar around her neck.

"You are lost, ja?" The woman gave her a tentative smile. "Can we help?"

Her English was accented, almost singsong in quality, but understandable enough.

"Yes, thank you." Did she sound relieved or desperate? "I'm not sure where I am. I'm trying to find an address off Dale Road near Springville."

"Ach, you are not so very far wrong at all." Her face broke into a smile. "I am Anna Mast, and this is my brother, Aaron. We are chust coming home from delivering eggs in Springville."

"It's not far, then?" Surely it couldn't be, if these two had come from there in a buggy. "Can you give me directions?"

The brother leaned over, squishing his sister against the side of the seat. "Directions depend on how far along the road you are going already. Who are you going to see?"

Her ear must be adjusting to the dialect, because she could understand him even though his English was more heavily accented than his sister's. She hesitated. Normally she wouldn't give out information like that to a stranger, but these were not normal circumstances. If she didn't want to spend what was left of the afternoon wandering these lanes, she'd better not alienate the only help that was offered.

"I have an appointment with Mrs. Geneva Morgan. Her address—"

"Ach, everyone knows the Morgans." His face split in a grin, blue eyes crinkling. "Anyone would help a friend of Mrs. Morgan."

His sister was nodding agreement. Evidently Mrs. Morgan was well-known in the area.

"You chust go down the road past the Stoltzfus farm—"

"She won't know which is the Stoltzfus farm," his sister said, elbowing him. "Go about a mile and you'll see a big red barn on the left-hand side of the road. Turn right there—it's the first paved road you come to. Follow that for about five miles, and it will take you to Dale Road. Then go left, and you'll see the Morgans' mailbox only a little piece down the road."

"Right at the first paved road, go five miles, left on Dale Road," she repeated.

"Ja, that's it." Anna beamed down at her.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help."

"It makes no trouble." Aaron gestured her to go ahead of them, sitting back on the seat again.

"Well…goodbye." It seemed an oddly abrupt way of ending a conversation, but what did she know about Amish ways?

She pulled back onto the road, lifting her hand in a wave, and watched the buggy recede in her rearview mirror. She'd just met her first Amish people. She could only hope that the boy she was supposed to defend was as cooperative as that pair.

Last chance. The words echoed in the back of Jessica's mind as she got out of the car, squared her shoulders and headed for the door of a sprawling Pennsylvania farmhouse. The drive into the pastoral reaches of Lancaster County had taken longer than she'd expected even before she'd gotten lost, and she'd delayed leaving the city in an attempt to obtain a few more facts.

A futile attempt, as it turned out. The file had contained little to prepare her. It contained only the baldest listing of the defendant and the name and address of the woman who'd retained her. The Philadelphia paper hadn't had much more.

She raised her hand to knock, but the door jerked open before her fist reached it. The introductory speech she'd so carefully prepared during the long drive vanished from her mind. The person who stood there could not be the woman who'd sent for her.

Tall, male, glowering. Definitely not someone named Geneva. The khakis and open-necked shirt said casual, but the square jaw and the fierce glint in the man's golden-brown eyes said, "Keep out." As if to reinforce the message, he braced one hand against the door frame, effectively stopping her from entering.

She'd faced worse in the courtroom, she reminded herself. "Good afternoon. I'm Jessica Langdon. I have an appointment with Geneva Morgan."

He gave a short nod. "Blake Morgan. Geneva is my mother."

Still he didn't move, and his gaze was as frosty as if she'd just crawled out from a crack in the stone wall that surrounded the nearby flower bed overflowing with tulips and roses.

"Is Mrs. Morgan in?" She kept her tone polite but put a sliver of ice in it.

"Not at the moment." Level brows drew together forbiddingly. "I'm sorry to tell you this after you've driven out from Philadelphia, but the family has decided we don't require your services."

The words hit her like a slap in the face. Was that a polite way of saying they didn't think her competent? Mrs. Morgan wouldn't have hired her in the first place if she thought that.

"There must be some misunderstanding. I spoke briefly to Mrs. Morgan just before I left the city, and I gave her my cell-phone number. Surely she would have called if she didn't want me to come."

He didn't move. Didn't speak.

"Do you mind if we discuss this someplace other than the porch?"

He took a step back, with an air of giving ground reluctantly. "I suppose you can come in."

But not for long, his body language said.

Jessica stepped into a center hallway, cool and shady after the June sunshine outside. Yellow roses spilled from a milk-glass pitcher on a marble-topped table, and a bentwood coatrack was topped with a wide-brimmed straw hat. Morgan gestured toward an archway to the right, and she walked through it.

In the moment before she faced the man again she had a quick impression of Oriental carpets against wide-planked wooden floors and ivory curtains pulled back from many-paned windows. The furniture was a mix of periods, comfortable and well-used but holding its beauty.

She faced Morgan, tilting her chin. He must top six feet, and his height gave him an unfair advantage. That, and the fact that he was on his home turf. Still, she was the professional, called in when things went wrong.

"Mrs. Morgan retained me to defend a client named Thomas Esch on a charge of murder. She asked me to come immediately, which I did. If you have decided on another attorney—" She let the thought hang. He owed her an explanation, and he must know it.

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kittycrochettwo More than 1 year ago
Jessica Langdon a junior associate in her law firm, knows her job is hanging by a thread. When she is called into the office of one of the senior partners, she thinks she is about to be fired, instead he tells her she has been requested to handle a case in which an Amish boy has been accused of murder. The Morgan family, specifically Geneva Morgan, is funding the case, while most of the community believes Thomas Esch is guilty, Geneva believes in his innocence. Trey Morgan, Geneva's son doesn't want his mother involved, he is still suffering from his fathers suicide and is very protective of his mother. Jessica is determined to do her job, and when she starts receiving threats, Trey feels obligated to protect her as well. Feelings start to develop between Jessica and Trey,but they cant let that get in the way of the case.Can Trey protect his mother and Jessica, and how far will the the person go to get Jessica off the case? Will she find the answers she needs to prove Thomas is innocent? Amish murder mysteries are one of my favorite genre's to read, and boy did Ms. Perry deliver with this one. She keeps the reader in suspense trying to figure out who might be threatening Jessica, and with some clues early on, it was easy to decide that Thomas wasn't a killer, but figuring out who was well, that wasn't so easy.Ms. Perry has an uncanny way of drawing you into the story so completely that you feel as if you are actually a part of the story.Jessica was a very likable character, with her background, you really want her to find a place to belong a sense of family, something she doesn't have with her father.The romance that develops between the couple unfolds slowly, which seems very realistic. It was also great to read a bit about the Amish culture, and how they might have dealt with the murder issue had Geneva not stepped in and hired legal representation. The ending left several unanswered questions that makes me anxious for the next book in the series, Vanish in Plain Sight, available Spring 2011. Thanks to Netgalley for providing me a copy of this book for review.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Springville, Pennsylvania, the police arrest nineteen year old Amish Thomas Esch for the murder of twenty-four year old "Englischer" Cherry Wilson. Philadelphia based law firm Henderson, Dawes and Henderson sends junior associate lawyer Jessica Langdon to plea bargain for a lighter sentence for the Amish teen in Lancaster County. After getting lost while seeking the woman who hired her firm Mrs. Geneva Morgan, she meets the woman's son Trey who tells her they changed their mind. Geneva arrives and thanks Jessica as she wants her to defend Thomas over Trey's objection. Although unfairly in trouble with her legal firm's partners over the Clements and Altmiller cases and knowing defending the teen will add to her job tsuris, Jessica decides to defend Thomas in court after meeting Mrs. Morgan, the teen and his family. Trey is irate as he wants his mother to stay out of the brutal homicide case and firmly believes Thomas murdered Cherry. Jessica diligently works the defense while studying the Amish culture. However, someone wants the case resolved with Thomas locked away and that adversary begins a dangerous assault on the Philadelphia lawyer with Tey still dealing with his dad's suicide at her side. Murder In Plain Sight is an engaging Amish legal romantic suspense tale that readers will enjoy. The Amish background anchors the locale while the romance between the lawyer and her critic is slowly developed. Although the ending feels rushed and incomplete with an odd late motivation for the Wilson murder, Marta Perry provides a delightful thriller. Harriet Klausner
kcjenson More than 1 year ago
Again Marta Perry writes suspense, love and faith in a higher being without all the graphic sex and language. Keep it up.
Amish1949 More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent Amish suspense story- lots of suspense in it, and great characters. I loved it!
nanajudyJW More than 1 year ago
Very good mystery. Didn't find out who the murderer was till the end. I like books like this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A refreshingly clean book. Lots of suspense and enough romance to make you smile. A page turner that is hard to put down. Highly recommended.
AAR More than 1 year ago
MURDER IN PLAIN SIGHT by Marta Perry is a romantic suspense present day Springville, PA. It is a wonderful story of suspense,Amish culture,betrayal,murder,love,romance,danger and buried secrets. While the community is wielding from one of their own committing murder,other secrets will come to light.Against the Amish community'swishes and through their outrage,a friend of the young man accused of the violent crime, hires an attorney from Philadelphia to represent him.The attorney Jessica finds difficultoppression and finds a friend and romance with Trey,whose mother is the one to hire Jessica.Together they face danger,violent outrage and will find some answers and love.It also shows views of the Amish culture conflicts with the English's courts and justice system.This is a great read full of mystery,murder and buried secrets.This book was received for the purpose of review from Net Galley and can be found at HQN and My Book Addiction and More.
OregonAuthor More than 1 year ago
Marta Perry has another winner in this first book of her new series. There's a strong mystery. Who killed Cherry? Was it really that young Amish man? The romance is about characters you can really care about. And an extra plus is the interesting look into how the views of the Amish can conflict with the "Englisch" system of courts and justice.
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Must read book, could not hardly put it down!
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