Shattered Silence: An Anthology

Shattered Silence: An Anthology

by Marta Perry

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Overview

A woman on the run seeks sanctuary in a peaceful Pennsylvania Dutch community—and finds a protector in the most unlikely of men…

One moment Rachel Hartline is secure in her career and community. The next, she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time—watching her ex-husband commit a crime that puts her in unfathomable danger. Fear and hurt send her home to an Amish farm and the family she’s always trusted. But a private investigator is close behind—and he may be a threat to her in more ways than one…

Cold, calculating Clint Mordan isn’t convinced Rachel is as innocent in her ex-husband’s schemes as she claims, but when her ex’s enemies target Rachel, Clint is driven to keep her safe. Maybe the terror in her beautiful eyes and the target on her back aren’t an act. But as his feelings toward her deepen, Clint realizes he’s the only one who can keep Rachel alive in a game where only the killer knows the stakes.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488029356
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 07/31/2018
Series: Echo Falls , #3
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 37,090
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Marta Perry realized she wanted to be a writer at age eight, when she read her first Nancy Drew novel. A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta to the books she writes now about the Amish. When she’s not writing, Marta is active in the life of her church and enjoys traveling and spending time with her three children and six beautiful grandchildren. Visit her online at www.martaperry.com.

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CHAPTER 1

The chances of catching her ex-husband at work were slipping away as Rachel Hartline sat in rush hour Philadelphia traffic. She gripped the steering wheel, frowning against the October sun dazzling her windshield, willing the cars to move. Only one last thing remained to be done between her and her ex — for Paul to sign the agreement to put their house on the market. That would end the connection between them.

Would that end the grief and the pain of failure that had dogged her since the divorce? Somehow she doubted it. It would take more than selling the house they'd bought together to do that.

Rachel couldn't help wincing at the thought of strangers walking through the home where she and Paul had started their lives together, commenting about her decorating and her taste. The Craftsman bungalow in West Chester had been the only real home she'd ever known, the only place that had been truly hers. The prospect of losing it was a stone in her heart. Still, she had no choice. She couldn't afford the payments on a teacher's salary.

Paul had, after much delaying, agreed to meet her after work at his office in Attwood Industrial Designs. But the renovated warehouse that housed the small company was in another of Philadelphia's suburbs, miles from the charter school where she was the kindergarten teacher, and traffic on the Blue Route was going from bad to worse.

She couldn't have gotten away any sooner, not with one of her kindergartners standing there in tears because her mother hadn't come to pick her up. Alissa was already shy and withdrawn, struggling to adjust to a new home and a new school. Rachel couldn't find it in her heart to leave her, even with Lyn Baker, the head teacher and her closest friend, staying as well.

Traffic finally started moving again, and Rachel fought to control her impatience. She'd tried to call Paul from the school to let him know she was running late, but as usual he hadn't answered, so she'd left a message. She wouldn't call from the car. People did, of course, but she would never take the risk of one of her students seeing her doing something dangerous. A teacher had the responsibility to do the right thing.

And if she didn't settle this today ... well, she'd just have to hope Paul had waited.

When she pulled into the nearly deserted parking lot, she glanced at her watch. Half an hour late. Well, she'd waited longer than that for Paul before. Rachel slid out and hurried to the door, but a yank told her it was locked.

Suppressing the urge to pound, she pulled out her cell and keyed in a quick text. Paul might still be in the building. She waited, seconds ticking away, for a response that didn't come. Of course not. Paul was a master at avoiding unpleasantness. If something threatened to be uncomfortable, he'd slide out of it with that charm that had captivated her the first time she met him. But charm, she'd discovered, did not mean a man was marriage material.

Glaring at the glass panel in the door, she started to turn away when she caught a glimpse of movement inside. Charlie Booth, the elderly security guard, was coming slowly around the corner from the workrooms. She pounded on the door and waved frantically.

Charlie looked her way, did a double take, and then hurried to the door. In a moment it swung open, and he stepped back in invitation.

"Ms. Hartline. Haven't seen you in an age." His broad smile slipped, as he obviously remembered why he hadn't seen her. "I mean ..."

"I know. It's all right."

She was touched by his concern. Charlie was probably not the most effective security guard in the world, with his failing vision and his tendency to fall asleep on the job. But he'd been with James Attwood from the beginning, and Attwood showed an unexpected loyalty to the old man.

"I was supposed to meet Paul here after work, but I'm late. Do you know if he's still in?"

She nodded upward, toward the offices on the second floor. The rest of the sprawling cement block building was taken up by the workshops, where Attwood's designs were implemented and tested.

"Haven't seen him leave," Charlie said, and then turned toward the desk as the phone began to ring. "If you can wait until I get that ..."

"No need to trouble yourself." Rachel hurried toward the metal stairs that were probably left over from warehouse days. She was eager to get this over with. "If he's not there, I'll be right back down."

For a moment Charlie looked as if he'd object, but then he nodded, grabbing the phone.

Rachel rushed through the glass door that led to the executive assistant's domain.

No one was there, and that in itself was a relief. Claire Gibson — an elegant, polished redhead — always made Rachel feel like a grubby teenager. Not, she had to admit, that she looked all that great in her school garb of khaki pants and a cotton sweater, her long hair in a braid, but a kindergarten teacher had to dress for practicality and for small, sometimes dirty, hands tugging at her.

No lights were on, but enough illumination came from the high windows to see that the complex of offices had a deserted look. Rachel let out a long breath. It was quiet, almost too quiet for comfort. She'd been here only during the workday, when all the doors were open and the clatter of metal could be heard from the workrooms. The stillness seemed wrong, like the school building when emptied of its cargo of lively young bodies and high voices.

Shaking off the thought, Rachel crossed to Paul's office and eased open the door, her rubber-soled shoes soundless on the carpet. No one was there. As marketing director, Paul often worked long hours, but apparently not today. He'd always said he had to adjust his schedule to the whims of Attwood, whom he described as an eccentric genius who was going to make them all rich.

If Attwood did, Paul would gamble his share away, just as he had already gambled away practically everything else they'd owned. It had taken too long for her to recognize it as the addiction it was, and longer still to understand that she couldn't help him. Despite her grief and pain, Paul was the only person who could change himself.

So far, it seemed his compulsive gambling hadn't affected his work. Maybe gambling was easier to hide than some other addictions.

She crossed to the desk, thinking of leaving a note. No, better not. A note would be too easily ignored. She'd send Paul a text and insist on a meeting tomorrow. If he didn't respond to the text, she'd keep calling him until he found it easier to deal with her than avoid her.

Funny, that he was dragging his heels on this final step of severing what had been between them. They'd been apart for over a year. She'd actually expected him to be eager to get his hands on his share of the house's value. Maybe that was a sign that he felt more regret than he showed.

She closed the door behind her as she stepped back into the outer office, not giving in to the impulse to see if he'd replaced the photo of her on his desk with something else. It wasn't her concern, not anymore.

The smallest of sounds reached her — no more than a click, coming from Attwood's office. Chilled, she froze where she was. It might be foolish, but she'd always been awed and a bit intimidated by James Attwood. It wasn't the genius part that troubled her. The man had the coldest pair of eyes she'd ever seen, and he looked at other people as if they were a lower form of life. She was not eager to explain what she was doing here to him.

Rachel had made up her mind to retreat as quickly as possible when a muttered exclamation, in a voice she knew only too well, reached her. Paul. He was still here. But what was he doing in Attwood's darkened office?

She didn't care. He was here, and at least she'd be able to settle with him. Hand on her bag where the contract rested, she moved quickly toward the noise.

As she touched the knob, some instinct made her hesitate. What was Paul doing in Attwood's private room? Something he preferred to do without turning a light on, it seemed.

Rachel turned the knob gently and eased the door open a couple of inches. Paul stood at the massive mahogany desk, an oddly furtive look on his face. His fingers were on a flash drive inserted in Attwood's computer.

"Paul! What are you doing?"

He jerked compulsively at the sound of her voice. Rachel pushed the door the rest of the way open, staring at him.

The hastily arranged smile he gave her was a dead giveaway. She'd seen that same smile too often before, such as when she'd caught him taking the only piece of valuable jewelry she owned, a diamond bracelet he'd given her, from her jewelry box.

"Rachel. I'd about given up on you. I thought you were eager to get my signature."

"Never mind about me. Why are you copying something from Attwood's computer?"

"This?" He pulled out the flash drive and slid it into his pocket. "Nothing, nothing. James asked me to look over some thoughts he had on a new project."

He turned away for a moment to exit the computer file, but Rachel had seen enough. Paul had lied to her so often that she couldn't fail to recognize the symptoms, and her stomach churned. How had she ever been so naïve as to believe him at all? For a woman who claimed she valued honesty above every other trait, she'd been remarkably stupid about Paul.

And beneath her anger, she knew she still longed to believe in the man he'd once been.

He came toward her. "Did you bring the papers?"

It wasn't her business, not any longer. She should just get his signature and walk away. But somehow, she couldn't.

"I don't believe you. Honestly, Paul, of all the foolish tricks — I thought this company was everything you'd always wanted. If Attwood finds out you've been in his files ..."

Paul opened his mouth, probably to deny it, but no words came. Rachel heard the sound at the same time he did. Footsteps, moving slowly up the metal stairs. Charlie was coming to see what was taking her so long.

Before she realized what he was up to, Paul had shoved her out into the reception area and was hurrying toward the door that led to the cavernous work area.

"Don't say anything," he whispered. "Please, Rachel. I'll call you and explain. Just don't give me away."

He flashed her a pleading smile and was gone before she could refuse to tell any lies for him. Not that he'd have believed her anyway. That sweetly boyish smile of his had been getting him out of trouble all his life. Even now, he wouldn't believe she was immune.

Anger swamped the remnants of pity she felt for him. Fighting the urge to throw something, Rachel reached the outer door before Charlie could. He stopped partway up, looking at her with a question in his face.

"I'm so sorry." She hurried down to him. "I didn't mean to make you walk clear up here."

"No problem." He let her precede him down the flight. "Paul gone already?" She nodded. That, at least, had the virtue of being true. He was gone by now.

"I'll have to call him later." He had a lot of explaining to do. "So how's your grandson? This is his senior year of high school, isn't it?"

A glance over her shoulder told her that Charlie's lined face was wreathed in smiles. "That's right. Out for track, he is, and with a good chance for a scholarship, the coach says."

Rachel responded appropriately, and the talk of his grandson's prowess on the track and in the classroom lasted until Charlie had locked the outer door behind her. Only then could she let the smile slide from her face.

Paul was in trouble. She had no doubt about that, because she'd seen it too often in the five years they'd been married. He was in trouble, and thanks to her deplorable sense of timing, she'd landed herself right in the middle of it.

* * *

Clint Mordan walked toward the century-old brick building that housed the Fairfield School. Clever placement. He knew from his background research that the charter school had existed for less than five years, but the gracious old building suggested stability and tradition.

Rachel Hartline had been one of the original teachers at the school, so he had to assume that she was dedicated to the motto of cooperation and growth that adorned the arch over the front gate.

Would that cooperation extend to assisting Clint in his investigation into her ex-husband's activities? Hard to say. In his experience, ex-wives could be vindictive or they could have remnants of faithfulness. Either way, they weren't usually neutral judges of their exes.

Logan Angelo, his partner, had done a very preliminary rundown on Paul Hartline this morning when he'd turned up missing at the same time that certain very sensitive files from Attwood Industrial showed signs of tampering. Attwood, who'd been remarkable only for his insistence on doing everything his own way since he'd hired Angelo and Mordan a few weeks earlier to advise him on security, had been predictably furious and inclined to blame them.

Fortunately Logan was in charge of dealing with irate clients, not he. He didn't have the necessary tact, as Logan frequently reminded him. Clint was more comfortable driving straight over any obstacles between him and the facts.

Clint pressed the buzzer at the front door of the school. Logan had also wanted him to wait until the end of the school day to approach the Hartline woman, but that wasn't Clint's style. His years as a cop had taught him to move in fast and take control of the situation. And that included getting to the ex-wife before she had time to hear about this from other sources and prepare a story.

The presentation of his credentials was sufficient to move him quickly past the school secretary and into the presence of the head teacher, but there things stalled.

Lyn Baker regarded him skeptically from behind the barricade of her desk, handing his credentials back to him with a dismissive air. Calm, cool and collected, she looked as if she'd be equally at home dealing with irate parents and difficult kids. To a woman like that, a private security agent presented no particular challenge.

"Ms. Hartline is in the middle of the afternoon kindergarten session. Why can't your business with her, whatever it is, wait until dismissal time?"

He'd been deliberately vague about why he needed to see Ms. Hartline, but this woman wasn't one to be awed by a set of credentials. He could use a little of Logan's tact right now.

"I can't discuss the specifics with you because of client confidentiality. However, an important matter has come up regarding her husband, making it imperative that I speak with her at once."

"Ex-husband," she corrected. She studied him for a long moment ... long enough to make him nervous. Just when he thought she was going to kick him out, she nodded. "Very well. If you'll come with me, I'll ask her if she's willing to talk with you. If so, I'll take over her class while you speak with her."

Since the woman didn't seem inclined to converse during the walk to the classroom, he had time to assess the school. Despite the venerable look of the exterior, the inside seemed to have been completely remodeled to make it efficient and attractive to children and probably more importantly, their parents. Bright colors, cheerful murals and appealing furnishings created an up-to-date impression.

"This area is our primary section." Ms. Baker's gesture took in the wing of the building. "The kindergarten classroom is down here, across from the library. You can speak with Ms. Hartline there, if she agrees."

He nodded, feeling no response was welcome. One wall of the hallway leading to the kindergarten room was adorned with what were apparently self-portraits of the children — most grinning, some with gaps where baby teeth had been. Ms. Hartline's pupils? He supposed so.

They stopped outside a closed door that had been surrounded with colorful cutout balloons, each with a child's name printed on it.

"Wait here." The woman's tone left no room for doubt.

Clint waited. But he could see into the room through the glass panel, and what he saw intrigued him.

Rachel Hartline sat cross-legged on a rug, a cluster of children around her. Telling a story, he assumed, judging by her animated face and gestures. She was smiling, enjoying herself, and her audience leaned forward, intent on every word.

The head teacher's entrance had all the faces turning toward her. He watched for signs of apprehension on the Hartline woman's part, but saw nothing other than polite interest until Ms. Baker bent and murmured something. Then she gave a quick, startled glance at the door before turning back to the children with another smile and what was probably an explanation.

A moment later she rose gracefully and walked toward him. Apparently he was going to get his interview. Good. There was no way he could have pushed it if she'd refused.

(Continues…)



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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love Marta Perry mystery stories. This was just as awesome as her other stories! Great author and book!
lolly-pops More than 1 year ago
I was a bit surprised to find out SHATTERED SILENCE is not Christian fiction, but it is a clean read. Ms. Perry has penned a romantic suspense where there heroine flees to Amish country after her ex-husband steals company files and someone assumes she knows something about them so they are targeting her. I had my suspicions from almost the beginning who was behind it and I was partially right, partially wrong. I did like Rachel's interaction with the Amish family and Clint was a nice guy if someone tactless. For the more conservative reader there is some swearing, and some alcohol consumption. This was the third book in the series, but it stands alone. I didn't read the first two and I wasn't lost. I didn't enjoy this as well as I do the normal romantic suspense with a faith message. It started very slow and draggy, and it seemed rather thick for a mass market paperback. There was a bonus short story included at the end though, which I am not reviewing. So in a way, this is a two story anthology, with the first being considerably longer than the second. I was given a copy free. All opinions are my own.
BooksAndSpoons More than 1 year ago
With the ascended tension of the investigation and the sweetest love story developing in the shadows of it, the Shattered Silence captured my mind, vastly entertaining and holding my interest with the frantic search for the truth and near escapes from the potentially deadly attacks. I loved how the graceful homecoming for Rachel Hartline to her Amish roots made me smile and brought so much joy to the story, while the intensifying suspense put me on the edge, only hoping for the best. Rachel is a strong and capable, smart and independent heroine who was easy to like, admire and relate to. From a young age, she has learned not to trust easily, being let down by the ones who should love and care for you the most. But that has not made her bitter or hard, quite the opposite, she is kind, resilient, considerate, generous person, all the trades she learned during her summers at the Amish farm with her grandparents. Clint Mordan is a complex, wounded hero. What at first seemed like a cold and hard man, goal oriented with no sympathy, turns out to be a considerate, kind, gentle, fiercely protective hero, who would do anything and risk everything to keep Rachel safe, and alive. I enjoyed how the story was built, how the moments of fear, dread, and tension take turns with the adorable times with the family at the farm. The tale is well written and had such an easy flow to it, the development of the plot was so effortless and smooth, going from fun and enjoyable to frightening and even deadly without missing a beat. The characters were well thought out, the protagonists had depth and stood out, they had a tangible chemistry in between them, while the story held in the clean and sweet category when it comes to the romance. Shattered Silence is an entertaining, dramatic, and thrilling story, suitable for all suspense as well as romance readers. It has an intense, arresting investigation, splendid and touching romance, and a homecoming that will remind the readers of the importance of a family, of the people who will always be there for us, a life-lesson of trust and forgiveness served as a side dish. ~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
Shattered Silence is the third book in this series, and while each can be read alone, they are all equally good. This story the author has given us a divorced woman who soon finds herself in trouble, and this is all due to her ex-husband, and because of what happens is thrown into the company of a private investigator, and back to Echo Falls, her sanctuary and home to her Amish Grandparents. There are so many bombshells here and most you won’t see coming, so be on alert, and hope for justice to prevail. Once you turn the first page you will be hooked and looking for answers, just what is going on, and how will this impact an ex-wife? I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Harlequin, and was not required to give a positive review.