There was a dead body lying behind the bakery.Catherine Lawrence couldn't quite believe her eyes. Surely, there wasn't a dead body lying on the ground in front of her, a large red stain of blood pooling on the concrete in the dark alley.The trash bag she'd been carrying to the dumpster slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers as a scream got trapped in her throat. There was a slight chill in the early morning air, but that was not what caused the shiver down her spine.He didn't so much as let out a groan. Nor did he move. She edged slightly closer, with the intention of checking for some sign of life-a pulse or...something. But then she caught a glimpse of the man's face, his sightless eyes staring at nothing.There was no denying the truth. It was a dead body.She had never expected to find something like this here in this small, peaceful town surrounded by farmland. Not while she was embracing the simple life of the Amish.Although she wasn't Amish herself, she greatly admired their honest and hardworking character. Living here was a stark-and welcome-contrast to what her life had been like in Philadelphia's inner city. Now she was working as an assistant in a bakery owned by an Amish man named Isaiah who had seemed like a Godsend. But now it appeared that even the simple life of the Amish was not as far removed from the evils of man as she had believed...