The Girl Who Knew Too Much

291 Pages·2017·2.36 MB·English

by  Amanda Quick

T J A K W A Q
ITLES BY AYNE NN RENTZ RITING AS MANDA 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
Don’t 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 J A K
ITLES BY AYNE NN 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 J A K W J C
ITLES BY AYNE NN RENTZ RITING AS AYNE ASTLE
Illusion Town Siren’s 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/.54—dc23
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First Edition: May 2017
Cover photo © Peter Zelei/Getty Images Cover design by Rita Frangie
Endpaper art © Daria Rosen / Shutterstock This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of
the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
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Contents
Also by Jayne Ann Krentz
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
About the Author
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 woman’s 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 Harris’s 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 wasn’t one, of course.
There was a gun, however. A small one. It lay on the carpet not far from
Helen’s right hand. Acting on instinct—she certainly wasn’t thinking clearly
now—Anna 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. Can’t have my private secretary looking like she shops at a
secondhand store, Helen had said on several occasions.