T ITLES BY J AYNE A NN K RENTZ W RI TING AS A MANDA Q UICK
The Girl Who Knew Too Much
Til Death Do Us Part
Garden of Lies
Otherwise Engaged
The Mystery Woman
Crystal Gardens
Quicksilver
Burning Lamp
The Perfect Poison
The Third Circle
The River Knows
Second Sight
Lie by Moonlight
The Paid Companion
Wait Until Midnight
Late for the Wedding
Dont Look Back
Slightly Shady
Wicked Widow
I Thee Wed
With This Ring
Affair
Mischief
Mystique
Mistress
Deception
Desire
Dangerous
Reckless
Ravished
Rendezvous
Scandal
Surrender
Seduction
T ITLES BY J AYNE A NN K RENTZ
When All the Girls Have Gone
Secret Sisters
Trust No One
River Road
Dream Eyes
Copper Beach
In Too Deep
Fired Up
Running Hot
Sizzle and Burn
White Lies
All Night Long
Falling Awake
Truth or Dare
Light in Shadow
Summer in Eclipse Bay
Together in Eclipse Bay
Smoke in Mirrors
Lost & Found
Dawn in Eclipse Bay
Soft Focus
Eclipse Bay
Eye of the Beholder
Flash
Sharp Edges
Deep Waters
Absolutely, Positively
Trust Me
Grand Passion
Hidden Talents
Wildest Hearts
Family Man
Perfect Partners
Sweet Fortune
Silver Linings
The Golden Chance
T ITLES BY J AYNE A NN K RENTZ W RITING AS J AYNE C ASTLE
Illusion Town
Sirens Call
The Hot Zone
Deception Cove
The Lost Night
Canyons of Night
Midnight Crystal
Obsidian Prey
Dark Light
Silver Master
Ghost Hunter
After Glow
Harmony
After Dark
Amaryllis
Zinnia
Orchid
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Quick, Amanda, author.
Title: The girl who knew too much / Amanda Quick.
Description: First Edition. | New York : Berkley, 2017.
Identifiers: LCCN 2016050066 (print) | LCCN 2016057268 (ebook) |ISBN 9780399174476 (hardback) | ISBN 9780698193628 (ebook)
Subjects: | BISAC: FICTION / Romance / Suspense. | FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Historical. | GSAFD: Romantic suspense fiction. | Mystery fiction.
Classification: LCC PS3561.R44 G57 2017 (print) | LCC PS3561.R44 (ebook) |
DDC 813/.54dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016050066
First Edition: May 2017
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Cover design by Rita Frangie
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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This one is for my wonderful editor,
Cindy Hwang,
who said, Go for it!
Thank you for believing in me and in this book.
Chapter 1
T he abstract painting on the bedroom wall was new. It had been painted in fresh blood.
There was blood everywhere in the elegant, white-on-white boudoir. It soaked the dead womans silver satin evening gown and the carpet beneath her body. There was blood on the white velvet seat of the dainty chair in front of the pretty little dressing table.
Anna Harriss first thought was that she had walked into the middle of a nightmare. The scene simply could not be real. She was asleep and dreaming.
But she had grown up on a farm. She had hunted deer with her grandfather. Caught and cleaned fish. Helped deliver calves. She knew the cycle of life and the smell of death.
Still, she could not leave the room until she made certain. Helen had collapsed on her side, facing the wall. Anna crouched next to the body and reached out to check for a pulse. There wasnt one, of course.
There was a gun, however. A small one. It lay on the carpet not far from Helens right hand. Acting on instinctshe certainly wasnt thinking clearly nowAnna scooped up the weapon.
It was then that she saw the message. Helen had used her own blood to write it on the silver-flocked wallpaper just above the baseboard. Run.
And in that moment, Anna knew that the perfect new life she had been living for the past year was an illusion. The reality was a dark fairy tale.
Run.
She rushed down the hall to her lovely blue and white bedroom, pulled a suitcase out of the closet, and started flinging clothes into it. Like the shoes and the frock she was wearing, almost all of her wardrobe was new, the gift of her generous employer. Cant have my private secretary looking like she shops at a secondhand store, Helen had said on several occasions.
Anna was shaking so badly she could barely get the suitcase closed and locked. With effort she managed to haul it off the bed.
She went back to the closet and took the shoebox off the top shelf. Tossing the lid aside, she started to reach into the box for the money she kept inside. She had been in her late teens a few years earlier when the crash occurred, but like so many others who had lived through the experience, she had no faith in banks. She kept her precious savings close at hand in the shoebox.
She froze at the sight of what was inside the box.
There was money, all righttoo much money.
With all of her living expenses paid for by her employer, she had been able to save most of her salary for the past year, but she certainly had not saved anywhere near the amount that was in the box. Helen must have added the extra cash. It was the only explanation, but it made no sense.
In addition to the money there was a small, leather-bound notebook and a letter written on Helens expensive stationery.
Dear Anna:
If you arereading this, it means that I have made the biggestmistake a woman can makeI have fallen in love withthe wrong man. Im afraid that I am not theperson you believed me to be. I apologize for thedeception. Take the notebook, the money, and the car. Runfor your life. Get as far away as possible anddisappear. Your only hope is to become someone else. Youmust not trust anyonenot the police, not the FBI. Above all, never trust a lover.