Would they have records? Maybe. But that only proves I sold them, not that I had a right to. It's something. We can write to them, ask for any documentation.
Jonas made notes. What else? There has to be something we're missing. Lena closed her eyes trying to think through the panic. Margaret.
My cousin, the one who told Thomas Reddich about me. She knew about the gifts. She was there when I received some of them. Would she testify for you? I don't know.
She betrayed me once already. But maybe she'd feel guilty about it. Maybe if we explain the stakes A knock at the door interrupted them. Jonas rose warily, his hand going to the rifle mounted above the fireplace. Who is it?
Reverend Matthews. Jonas relaxed, opening the door. The reverend stepped inside, his expression troubled. I heard about what happened today. He said without preamble.
The whole town's talking. Judge Harrison stopped at the church before leaving, told me about the charges. And? Jonas's voice was tight. Are you here to tell us the wedding's off?
That we're too scandalous for your church? Jonas Hale. You know me better than that. The reverend's voice was reproachful. I'm here to help.
Lena looked up, hope flickering. How? I've been a reverend for 40 years. I've married hundreds of couples, presided over countless estates, witnessed God knows how many legal documents. He pulled a chair up to the table, settling in.
I also happen to be quite good friends with Judge Harrison. We studied together at seminary before he went into law and I into ministry. You think you can influence him? Jonas asked. I think I can provide character testimony that he'll actually listen to.
And I think I can make some inquiries about this Reed Mercer character. A man with that much spite usually has enemies willing to talk. Lena felt tears prick her eyes. Why are you doing this for me? You barely know me.