Review – What the Bishop Saw

Somewhere in the Embers Lies the Truth A fire blazes out of control in the San Luis Valley of Colorado, leaving an elderly Amish bachelor dead. Bishop Henry Lapp rushes to the scene, and he learns the fire was no accident. Someone intended to kill Vernon Frey. But who would want to kill Vernon? Well, practically everyone—Amish and Englisch alike. When the police point the finger at a suspect Henry knows is innocent, the bishop must decide whether or not to use his mysterious, God-given gift—one he's tried desperately to ignore all these years—to try and set the record straight. His close friend and neighbor, Emma, encourages Henry to follow God's leading. Could the clue to solving the case be locked somewhere deep in his memory? Will Henry find the courage to move forward in faith and put the right person behind bars? Is his friendship with Emma becoming something more? What the Bishop Saw is a story of extraordinary talents, the bonds of love and friendship, and the unfailing grace of God. My thoughts: Wow. I can't imagine the plotting that must've gone into this book. WHAT THE BISHOP SAW was engaging, about a bishop with a brain injury I'd never even heard of, that gifted him with an amazing gift--or curse--depending on how you look at it. Did the bishop actually see anything to save the suspect Henry knows is innocent? If so, what... and will the police detectives be able to figure it out before there are any more fires? I loved Henry. A dear, sweet older gentleman. There is a hint of a relationship developing, wonderfully developed secondary characters--not to mention a sweet beagle pup who turned into a better watchdog than Henry had ever imagined. I love Vannetta Chapman's Amish mysteries -- can't get enough of them. She's a very talented author. If you love Amish mysteries or either of the two by themself, you will want to read WHAT THE BISHOP SAW.  It will keep you engaged until the last page is turned and the book is closed. I was given a copy of this book. All opinions are my own.