The Other Lady Vanishes

The Other Lady Vanishes

by Amanda Quick


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ISBN-13: 9780399585326
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/08/2018
Series: Burning Cove Series , #2
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 24,639
Product dimensions: 6.30(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Amanda Quick is a pseudonym for Jayne Ann Krentz, the author, under various pen names, of more than fifty New York Times bestsellers; there are more than 35 million copies of her books in print. She is also the author of the Ladies of Lantern Street and Arcane Society series.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***
Chapter One

The screams of the patients on ward five told Adelaide Blake that time had run out.

She stopped searching for the key to the file cabinet and went to stand at the door of the small office. She had not dared to turn on any lights in the laboratory. There was enough moonlight spilling through the high, arched windows to illuminate the long workbenches and create ominous silhouettes of the equipment and instruments.

The wails and shrieks and howls from the floor below were escalating rapidly. Something or, more likely, someone was agitating the patients. The ward on the fifth floor was reserved for the most hopelessly mad and insane. The locked rooms housed those who were forever lost in their own private hells. Some of the patients were afflicted with violent, paranoid visions and hallucinations. Others battled fearsome monsters that only they could see.

Soon after she had been locked in one of the cell-like rooms on ward five she had learned that the patients provided an excellent alarm system, especially at night. Nights were always the worst.

The nerve-shattering chorus of the damned echoed up the stone staircase. There was no one around to calm the inmates. The orderlies on the locked ward had been given the night off.

She could not delay any longer. If she did not escape now she might not make it at all. She would have to leave the file behind.

She left the doorway of the office and started to make her way cautiously through the maze of workbenches. She had plotted her exit strategy down to the smallest detail but the last minute decision to look for the file had put the plan in jeopardy. She had to get out of the laboratory immediately or she might not escape.

Originally, the Rushbrook Sanitarium had been the private mansion of a wealthy, eccentric industrialist who had intended to entertain on a grand scale. The result was a gothic nightmare of a house with five floors, endless hallways and the tower room that now served as a laboratory. The single redeeming architectural virtue as far as Adelaide was concerned was that there were a number of discreetly concealed staircases intended for the use of a large staff.

Most of the servants’ stairs had been permanently closed and sealed long ago. Others had disappeared under various waves of renovations and remodeling projects. But a few were still accessible. She had the key to one of the little-used staircases.

She was halfway across the lab when she heard the panicky footsteps on the tower stairs. Someone was coming up to the laboratory. Whoever it was would see her as soon as he turned on the lights.

There was nowhere to hide except behind Ormsby’s desk. Discovery spelled doom. Dr. Gill would order increased security for her. She might never have another chance to escape.

A cold sense of certainty sliced through the fear. If necessary, she would try to fight her way out of the sanitarium. She could not—would not—go back to the cell on the fifth floor. She would rather die.

She turned quickly, searching the shadows for something that could function as a weapon. She knew the lab all too well because it was where they brought her when Gill and Ormsby decided to give her another dose of the drug. In her desperate attempt to hold onto her sanity by focusing on an escape plan she had memorized every inch of the tower room.

She went to the nearest cabinet, yanked open the door and pulled a couple of glass jars off the shelf. She had no idea what she grabbed –it was too dark to read the labels—but she had seen Ormsby take a variety of chemicals out of the cabinet. Many were flammable. Some were highly acidic.

With the two jars in hand she hurried back into the office. Dr. Ormsby’s desk was neat and tidy. He was a fussy little man who was obsessed with his research, but orderliness was high on his list of priorities.

Aside from the usual desk accessories—telephone, blotter, and inkwells—there was one other object on the desk. The black velvet box looked as if it had been made to hold a woman’s collection of jewelry. But Adelaide knew there were no necklaces, rings or bracelets inside. The velvet box contained a dozen elegantly cut crystal perfume bottles.

She made it behind the desk with the jars of chemicals just as Dr. Harold Ormsby staggered into the darkened laboratory. It sounded as if he was gasping for air. He did not turn on any lights.

“Get away from me,” he shrieked. “Don’t touch me.”

Adelaide heard other footsteps on the stone staircase, the slow, steady, determined tread of a predator stalking prey.

Ormsby wasn’t trying to catch his breath, Adelaide realized. The doctor was in the grip of raw panic.

Ormsby’s pursuer did not respond, at least not verbally. Crouched behind the desk, Adelaide removed the tops of the jars. The acrid odors that wafted out made her gasp and turn her head away. She hoped the screams of the patients covered the small sounds she made.

She tried to keep her breathing as light and shallow as possible but it wasn’t easy. Ice-cold perspiration dampened her skin. She shivered and her pulse skittered wildly.

Ormsby screamed again, louder this time. The high, unnatural screech affected Adelaide like a bolt of lightning. For a few seconds she wondered if it had stopped her heart.

And then she wondered if lightning actually had struck the laboratory. A narrow beam of fire blazed in the darkness. Peering around the corner of Ormsby’s desk she watched the glow move past the office doorway.

Orsmby’s piercing screams rose above the cacophony from the fifth floor patients, the cries of a man who is being sent into hell.

Running footsteps reverberated in the tower room. Heavy glass shattered. Night air flowed into the laboratory.

Ormsby’s hopeless cries echoed in the night for another second or two. The suddenness with which they were cut off told its own story.

Adelaide froze as she realized what had just happened. Dr. Harold Ormsby had leaped straight through one of the high, arched windows. No one could survive such a fall.

In the shadows of the lab the fiery light winked out. It dawned on Adelaide that someone had lit a Bunsen burner and used the flame to drive Ormsby out the window. That didn’t make sense. He had obviously been terrified, but she knew something of the man. It was easy to imagine him pleading for his life or cowering in a corner but jumping to his death seemed oddly out of character. Then, again, she was not the best judge of character. She had learned that lesson the hard way.

The screaming from the fifth floor ward got louder. The patients sensed that something terrible had happened.

Adelaide heard rapid, purposeful footsteps crossing the tile floor, coming toward the office. She gripped the containers of chemicals and waited, aware that the only thing protecting her now was the noise from the inmates down below. The shrieks and cries would make it difficult if not impossible for the killer to hear the sound of her breathing.

The intruder stopped directly in front of the desk. A flashlight came on briefly. Adelaide prepared to fight for her life.

But the intruder turned and hurried quickly out of the office. A few seconds later footsteps sounded on the stairs.

The keening of the agitated patients rose and fell but there were more shouts now. They came from the courtyard below the broken window. Someone had found Ormsby’s body and was sounding the alarm.

Adelaide waited a few heartbeats and then got to her feet. She was shaking so badly she had a hard time finding her balance. She thought briefly of trying once again to find the key to the file cabinet but common sense prevailed. Escape from the sanitarium was the first priority.

She reached up to adjust the nurse’s cap pinned to her tightly knotted hair. When she glanced down at the desk she saw that the black velvet box containing the perfume bottles was gone. The intruder had taken it.

She selected one of the two open jars of chemicals to use as a weapon and left the other one behind on the desk. She picked her way through the moonlit lab. When she got to the staircase she descended cautiously.

At the foot of the stairs she paused in the stairwell and looked around the edge of the door.

The inmates continued to howl and scream through the grills set into the locked doors but the hallway was empty. There was no sign of the intruder.

Her room was located at the far end of an intersecting hallway. There were no other patients in that corridor. Earlier she had arranged the pillows and blankets on her bed in an attempt to approximate the outline of a sleeping figure but it looked as if the ruse had been unnecessary. The agitation of the other inmates and the commotion in the courtyard were providing sufficient cover to conceal her movements. The white cap and the long blue cloak, familiar elements of a nurse’s uniform, would do the rest. With luck anyone who chanced to see her from a distance would assume she was a member of the hospital staff.

The entrance to the old servants’ stairs was in a storage closet on the opposite side of the hall. She was edging out of the stairwell doorway, preparing to make a dash for the closet, when the patients’ screams rose in another hellish crescendo. It was all the warning she got. It was just barely enough to save her.

She retreated to the shadows of the stairwell and waited. When the screams faded a little she risked a peek around the doorway.

A man dressed in a doctor’s coat, a white cap and a surgical mask emerged from the hallway that led to her room. The black velvet box was in his left hand. In his right he gripped a syringe.

The only thing that saved her from being seen was that the masked doctor was intent on rushing down the hall in the opposite direction. He disappeared through the locked doors just beyond the nurse’s station.

She did not think it was possible to be any more terrified but the sight of the masked doctor leaving the corridor that led to her room sent another shock of horror across her nerves. Maybe he had intended to kill her, too.

With an effort of will, she pulled herself together. She certainly could not continue to dither in the stairwell indefinitely. She had to act or all was lost.

She took a deep breath, clutched the jar in one hand and rushed across the hallway. She opened the door of the storage closet.

A bearded face appeared at the steel grill set into a nearby door. The insane man stared at her with wild, otherworldly eyes.

“You’re a ghost now, aren’t you?” he said in a voice that was hoarse from endless keening and wailing. “It was just a matter of time before they killed you, just like they did the other one.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Hawkins,” she said gently.

“You’re lucky to be dead. You’re better off now because you can leave this place.”

“Yes, I know.”

She slipped into the storage closet, closed the door and turned on the overhead fixture. The door to the service stairs was at the back. It was locked. To her overwhelming relief, the key she had been given worked.

By the time she made it downstairs to the darkened kitchen on the ground floor she could hear sirens in the distance. Someone had telephoned the local authorities. The sanitarium was located a couple of miles outside the small town of Rushbrook. It would take the police and the ambulance several minutes to arrive on the scene.

There was no one around to see her when she slipped out of the kitchen. She inserted another stolen key into the lock on the massive wrought iron gate that the delivery vehicles used.

And then she was free, hurrying down a rutted lane with only the light of the moon to guide her.

She was not at all sorry that Ormsby was dead but his death could complicate her already desperate situation. It would be so easy for the authorities to conclude that the patient who had escaped the secure grounds of the Rushbrook Sanitarium on the night of the doctor’s mysterious demise was, in fact, a crazed killer.

She had to get as far away as possible from the asylum before the orderlies realized she was gone.

It occurred to her that one person already knew she had disappeared—the doctor in the surgical mask who had gone to her room with the syringe.

She wanted to run but she did not dare. If, in the darkness, she stumbled over a rock or a fallen tree limb she could twist an ankle or worse.

The emergency vehicles passed her a short time later. They never noticed her hiding behind the heavy shrubbery at the side of the lane.

Dawn found her standing on the side of a highway hoping that a passing motorist would take pity on a nurse whose car had run out of gas in the middle of nowhere.

She raised her hand to wave down a truck. The gold wedding ring on her finger gleamed malevolently in the morning light.

Chapter Two

Two months later

Burning Cove, California . . .

“Your new neighbor is back,” Florence Darley said in a low voice. She plucked the kettle off the stove and poured hot water over the leaves in the teapot. “That makes eight days in a row except for Sunday.”

Adelaide did not look up from the small scale she was using to measure a quarter pound of Tranquility tea. “We’re closed on Sundays.”

“Which only goes to prove my point. Mr. Truett has become a regular. I see he’s reading the morning edition of the Herald, as usual. Five will get you ten he’ll order the same thing—a pot of that very expensive blend of green tea you convinced me to order from the San Francisco dealer, no sugar, no teacakes, no scones, no cookies.”

“Mr. Truett does seem to be a man who likes to keep to a routine,” Adelaide said.

She did not add that Truett’s apparent preference for keeping to a schedule made it easy to time his morning walks on the beach. He never failed to show up at seven-thirty. He always walked for precisely thirty minutes. It was June and there was often fog in the mornings at this time of year but that did not stop him.

She was the one who was annoyed by the fog, she thought. It meant that she could only catch fleeting glimpses of him taking his daily walk. And she had to admit she had come to look forward to watching Jake Truett in the mornings. He might be a man of strict habits but he did not move like a man who was a stickler for rules and regulations. He did not march across the sand like a martinet. Instead he prowled the beach with the easy physical power of a large hunting cat.

Florence chuckled knowingly. “I don’t think he’s here every day because of your fancy tea. And he doesn’t come in because we’re fashionable these days. He’s not the type to care one bit if the customer at the next table is a celebrity or a garbage collector. Got a hunch you’re the reason our Mr. Truett has developed the habit of stopping by.”

Adelaide flushed. She was very fond of her new boss, not to mention extremely grateful for the job, but Florence’s newfound determination to play matchmaker made her uneasy.

After two months in Burning Cove, she was just starting to breathe more easily. No manhunt had been launched to recapture an escaped mental patient. In fact, there had been no mention in the press of her late night departure from the Rushbrook Sanitarium.

As far as she could tell no one was looking for her. Nevertheless, she was not yet ready to take the risk of dating. At least, that’s what she told herself every day when Jake Truett walked into the tearoom carrying a leather briefcase, sat down at the same table and asked for green tea, no sugar, no teacakes, no scones, no cookies.

Florence had other ideas. She was a plump, comfortably proportioned woman in her late sixties. She had opened the tearoom nearly a decade earlier in the wake of the Crash and somehow managed to keep it going during the worst of the hard times.

The tearoom had survived because the exclusive town of Burning Cove was a retreat for the rich and the famous, two groups that were largely insulated from the financial disaster that had shaken the rest of the country. But even in such a wealthy community it took fortitude and sound business instincts to stay profitable. Florence possessed plenty of both qualities. Adelaide was learning a lot from her.

In addition to hiring a waitress with no restaurant experience and no references, Florence had helped her find an inexpensive place to live, a cottage on the bluffs above Crescent Beach. When Adelaide had explained that she could not come up with the first month’s rent, Florence had waved off the problem. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and you can repay me later. Something tells me you’ll earn your keep.”

Adelaide was pleased that she had, indeed, begun to earn her keep. She badly wanted to repay the debt. When she suggested that Refresh start creating and marketing specialized teas and herbal tisanes, Florence was dubious but she agreed to let the experiment take place. Within a month, the Refresh Tearoom, which had enjoyed a quiet but steady business for years, moved up to an entirely new level of prosperity.

Recently, a few of the celebrities, socialites and tycoons who used Burning Cove as a vacation playground had begun requesting exclusive blends designed for specific personal needs. In the past few weeks Adelaide had concocted teas and herbal tisanes to treat a variety of complaints—insomnia, anxiety, and lack of energy. One of her most popular teas was the one she had created to alleviate the symptoms of a hangover—a common problem for the Hollywood set who tended to party until dawn.

Business had picked up so much that Florence was thinking of hiring another waitress so that Adelaide could concentrate on creating and packaging the special blends.

All of which made it so much more difficult to come up with excuses for a failure to show an appropriate interest in an apparently eligible male. Jake Truett did not wear a wedding ring but Adelaide reminded herself that didn’t mean much. She didn’t wear a wedding ring, either.

She filled the small sack with the quarter pound of Tranquility tea blend that she had just measured. “I really don’t think Mr. Truett is interested in me, Flo. We’re two very different people. He’s a wealthy businessman who has traveled the world. I’m a tearoom waitress. I’ve never been out of California. It’s not as if we have a great deal in common.”

“I think Mr. Truett is just shy,” Florence said. “He’s trying to work up his nerve to ask you out. You should give him some encouragement.”

“Trust me, the man is not the shy type. I’m very sure that if he wanted something, he would go after it.”

“I told you, I heard that he was widowed a few months ago. That means he’s out of practice when it comes to dating.”

“He’s probably still grieving,” Adelaide said. “That would explain why he never smiles.”

“Maybe he just needs a reason to smile.” Florence winked, picked up the pot of tea she had just prepared and bustled out of the kitchen.

There was no point arguing with her. Adelaide suppressed a sigh, dusted tea off her hands, folded the top of the sack and went out of the kitchen. The customer, a harried looking, young woman dressed in a business suit, was waiting anxiously at the counter.

“Here you are, Miss Moss,” Adelaide said. “Miss Westlake’s special blend, Tranquility.”

Vera Westlake was the latest Hollywood celebrity to discover Refresh. Florence, who followed the celebrity gossip magazines with great enthusiasm, had been thrilled when the star the press had labeled The Most Beautiful Woman in Hollywood, had become a customer.

“Thank you.” Miss Moss opened her handbag and took out her wallet. “Miss Westlake will be very happy to get this. She ran out this morning while she was studying her new script. She insisted that her driver bring me into town immediately to get some more. She says that drinking the special blend you made up for her helps her maintain her focus.”

“Always happy to be of service,” Adelaide said.

Miss Moss paid for the tea and scurried out of the lightly crowded tearoom. A limousine was waiting for her. She climbed into the rear seat. The driver motored off down the tree-lined street.

Adelaide picked up a pad and pencil. It was time to take Jake Truett’s order. Green tea. No sugar. No teacakes. No scones. No cookies.

Truett had become a regular shortly after arriving in town eight days earlier. Florence had immediately made a few inquiries. She had returned with the news that Truett was a businessman who, until recently, had owned an import-export business headquartered in Los Angeles. After the death of his wife he had sold his business and retired.

According to Florence, there were rumors that Truett had some health problems—something to do with exhausted nerves. Evidently his doctor had ordered him to spend a couple of months at the seaside in the hope that the ocean air and long walks on the beach would help him recover.

His nerves aside, Truett certainly appeared physically fit. Unlike so many of the celebrities and socialites who vacationed in Burning Cove he lacked the snaky-thin body that was the Hollywood ideal, a look that was generally achieved through chain-smoking and the frequent consumption of cocktails. Truett was lean but he was sleekly muscled.

She found the rest of him equally intriguing. He was tall but not exceptionally so. He didn’t tower over her the way Conrad had done. His dark hair was cut short and parted on the side. He was not unhandsome but his ascetic features were too austere to be labeled handsome. His eyes were an arresting shade of amber brown—cool, watchful, and intelligent, but very hard to read. She sensed that he was always aware of what was going on around him but she could not tell what he was thinking. He was the watcher in the shadows, not an actor on the stage.

There was something implacable and forbidding about him. She had the feeling that he would be slow to anger but if you pushed him over the edge he would make a formidable enemy. His revenge would be cold and thorough.

There was nothing about him that suggested he suffered from exhausted nerves.

She reminded herself that those who suffered from afflictions of the nerves often appeared quite normal. She was a case in point. She had been successfully passing for normal in Burning Cove for two months. No one had guessed that she had spent nearly two months locked up in the Rushbrook Sanitarium.

Order pad and pencil in hand, she whisked around the end of the counter and crossed the tearoom to the table where Jake Truett sat reading the Burning Cove Herald. His leather briefcase was on the floor beside his chair. She knew from eight days of personal observation that there was a yellow legal pad and four perfectly sharpened pencils inside. She also knew that after he finished reading the Herald from first page to last he would open the briefcase, take out the yellow pad and make notes.

He wore his customary uniform, a crisply pressed white shirt, an elegantly knotted tie, a cream colored jacket and dark brown trousers.

She knew that he was aware that she was approaching his table but he waited until she came to a halt, pencil hovering over the order pad, before he looked up from the newspaper. She braced herself, as she always did for the little electric thrill that crackled through her whenever she was this close to him.

He nodded once, gravely polite. “Good morning, Miss Brockton.”

“Good morning, Mr. Truett.” She gave him her bright, customer-friendly smile. “Will you be having the usual today?”

“Yes, please. The green tea. No sugar. No teacakes. No scones. No cookies.”

His voice, low, resonant and so very masculine, sent another whisper of excitement through her.

“Right,” she said. “Will that be all, then?”

He glanced at the pencil and pad she was holding. “You didn’t write down my order.”

“No need.” She tapped the side of her waitress cap with the tip of the pencil. “I’ve got a pretty good memory.”

“And I am nothing if not boringly predictable.”

She was horrified. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were boring. Not at all. I’m very sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I am boringly predictable. In fact, you could say I am going out of my way to be boring and predictable. My doctor suggested I stick to a strict routine, you see. Supposedly it’s good for exhausted nerves.”

Adelaide cleared her throat. “In my experience the so-called experts don’t always know what’s best for exhausted nerves.”

“I’m inclined to agree with you. The green tea you serve here at Refresh has done me more good than any nerve tonic.”

She frowned. “You take a tonic for your nerves?”

“Well, no. The doctor prescribed one but I’m not taking it. Promise you won’t tell him?”

For a moment she wondered if he was trying to make a small joke. But she could not be certain so she played it safe.

“Of course I won’t tell him,” she said.

“Thank you. It occurs to me that I should mention your special teas and herbal blends to my doctor. He might be interested in offering them to his other patients.”

“No.” Panic flashed through her. The very last thing she wanted was to draw the attention of a doctor who was in the business of treating disorders of the nervous system. She recovered her poise with an effort of will. “I mean, I don’t think that it would be a good idea to tell your doctor about the blends we serve here at Refresh. They aren’t anything special, just traditional herbs and a variety of imported teas. No modern thinking doctor would approve of using them to treat problems associated with the nerves.”

“I see.” Jake assumed a politely interested air. “You obviously know a lot about the subject. Do you mind if I ask where you received your training in herbs and teas.”

She hesitated. There was only one person in town who knew something about her past. Raina Kirk was another newcomer to Burning Cove and it was clear that she was also concealing a lot about her own personal history. In addition to the knowledge that they were both trying to reinvent themselves in Burning Cove, the understanding that they each had things to hide had produced an unusual bond between them.

But not even Raina knew about the Rushbrook Sanitarium and the wedding ring that was now concealed in the floor safe under Adelaide’s bed.

“You could say I grew up in the business,” she said. “My mother was a botanist.”

“And your father?”

“A chemist.” This was getting dangerous. It was past time to change the subject. “Thanks for your order, Mr. Truett. I’ll be right back.”

“Good. I need the tea to take the edge off the three cups of coffee I had for breakfast.”

Shocked, she glared at him. “You had three cups of coffee this morning?”

“I like coffee in the mornings.”

“Mr. Truett, I realize this is none of my business but if you’re having trouble with your nerves, the last thing you should drink is a lot of coffee.”

“Call me Jake. I’m supposed to be relaxing by the seaside, remember? When you call me Mr. Truett you make me think of business. The doctor instructed me not to concern myself with business matters.”

She cleared her throat. “I was under the impression that you had sold your business in L.A.”

Something that might have been amusement came and went briefly in Jake’s eyes. “I’ve always heard that rumors get around in quickly in small towns like Burning Cove.”

She flushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Don’t worry about it. The rumors are true. Like you, I grew up in a family business. In my case it was an import-export firm. Three generations of Truetts operated the company. I inherited the firm after my father died. I was nineteen. It’s the only business I’ve ever known.”

“And now you’re out of that business?”


“Because it wasn’t good for your nerves.”


“What will you do now?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

“I have no idea. That’s one of the things I’m not supposed to think about.”

“Until your nerves recover?”

“I suppose so. Meanwhile I won’t starve. The import-export business was good to me. Now that you know my life story I hope you will do me the favor of calling me by my first name. Jake.”

She was very sure she did not know his life story. But he did not know hers, either. Fair enough. She considered briefly and came to a decision.

“All right,” she said. “Jake.”

“That sounds much better. Friendlier. We’re neighbors, after all.”

So he knew she lived in one of the cottages on the bluff above Crescent Beach. That should not have come as a surprise but for some reason it did. The realization that he had been paying some attention to her was oddly thrilling but it also made her deeply uneasy. Then, again, maybe she was overreacting. In recent months she had learned that it was often difficult to determine the fine line between caution and paranoia.

Jake was watching her with a look of mild expectation. It dawned on her that she had not given him her first name. For some reason it seemed like a very big step.

“Adelaide,” she said. “My name is Adelaide Brockton.”

It was probably not a good idea to embark on a new relationship with a lie but it wasn’t as if she had a lot of options. In any event, it was highly unlikely that this was the start of an acquaintanceship that would ever, even remotely, metamorphose into a real relationship.

“Adelaide,” he repeated. He seemed pleased with the sound. “Nice name. It suits you.”

She knew she ought to go back to the kitchen and prepare Jake’s tea but she found herself hesitating. She wanted to linger at his table.

“Are you enjoying your stay in Burning Cove?” she asked.

“You want the truth? I cannot be absolutely certain but I believe that I am starting to go out of my mind.”

She stared at him. “Uh, that doesn’t sound good—.”

“With boredom.”

She relaxed. “Perfectly understandable. You’re obviously a fit and healthy man who needs to remain active and engaged with the world. If you’re bored, it’s probably time for you to start planning for a new career, in spite of what the doctor told you.”

“Do you think so?”

“It’s entirely possible that your doctor was right when he said you required a temporary change of scene. But it doesn’t necessarily follow that an extended period of outright boredom and strict routine are good for you.”

“Do you give advice a lot?”

“Sorry, advice seems to go hand-in-hand with the tea business. People are always asking me about teas and herbs for various conditions. Weight control. Insomnia. Anxiety. Lack of—.”

She managed to stop herself just in time.

“Lack of—?” he prompted.

She took a deep breath. “Lack of interest in various . . . activities.”


“Sometimes people find that they lack the energy or desire to engage in certain activities of an intimate nature. Activities that are quite . . . natural.”

“I see.” Jake nodded wisely. “Activities that at one time they found stimulating.”

She had the awful feeling that she was turning very red. The conversation was deteriorating rapidly. She cast about desperately for inspiration.

“Exactly,” she said, striving for a brisk, clinical air. “Activities such as taking long walks on the beach or swimming in the ocean.”

“I often walk on the beach and sometimes I swim.”


“Perhaps I should cease doing those things,” Jake said.

“Why would you want to stop? Those are very healthy and invigorating forms of exercise.”

“They are also stimulating,” Jake said. “My doctor said I should try to refrain from anything that stimulates my nerves.”

“My mother believed that certain types of stimulation are good for a person.”

“What therapy do you recommend?”

She went blank for a beat. Then a thought occurred.

“There is a very nice art museum in town,” she said. “The new exhibition featuring local artists got excellent reviews in the Herald.”

“Don’t you think that an art exhibition might be too stimulating for my delicate nerves?”

He was teasing her, she thought. Florence was wrong. Jake Truett was not interested in her, not in a romantic way. He was simply bored. He could find someone else to amuse and entertain him.

“Sorry,” she said coldly. “I thought you were serious. I’ll get your tea.”

She started to turn away.

“Wait,” Jake said quickly, “I thought you were joking.”

“When it comes to the subject of strong, healthy nerves, I never joke.”

“I understand. I apologize. About the art exhibition. Would you perhaps care to—.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Truett, you won’t get any more advice from me.” She gave him her sharpest, iciest smile. “I’ll get your tea. You’re right. You are very predictable. You are also bored. I’m sure that if you put your mind to it, you can find something stimulating to do in Burning Cove but I can assure you that you won’t find it here at the Refresh Tearoom.”

His eyes tightened a little at the corners. He was no longer amused. She got the feeling that he was startled by her response. He hadn’t expected her to snap at him. It was dawning on him that he had miscalculated. Evidently he was not accustomed to making mistakes of that sort.


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Discussion Questions

1. Adelaide Blake can be considered an herbalist—she believes in the healing properties of herbs when making her teas. Do you also believe in their healing capabilities?

2. Jake Truett never reveals what his profession is; he only alludes to the fact that he may be a spy or a government agent. What do you think his real job is?

3. Red herrings abound in this book. Did you figure out that Vera Westlake was behind it all? What clues led you astray? What helped you figure it out?

4. Vera and Adelaide could be considered tragic figures, as they were both manipulated by men they trusted in their lives. But they were able to overcome their obstacles, albeit in similar and different ways. Discuss how you would handle being in their situation.

5. Vera is a killer, but you do consider her to be one of the villains in the story? Why or why not?

6. Madame Zolanda is a foil to Vera, and she’s tragic in her own way. Did you feel sorry for her or do you think she deserved what she got?

7. Madame Zolanda is a fake psychic even though she is very successful. Do you think there are real psychics out there? Would you ever consult one?

8. Why do you think Dr. Paxton was able to get away with what he did for as long as he did? Do people with charm or extremely good looks have their bad behavior overlooked more than other people?

9. What do you think is Luther’s big past and secret? It’s hinted that he has a dark past. Do you buy the rumor that he’s part of a gang or mafia, or is it all a front?

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The Other Lady Vanishes 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love her stories. I enjoyed this one, too. Some twists I anticipated, other turns were unexpected. The historical setting had the feel of a big Hollywood film from the 30s. I recommend it.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Nice mystery and romance all in one book.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Good story
Anonymous 9 months ago
A great read
Anaisbelieve More than 1 year ago
-tea room talk -poison -insane asylum escapee heroine -protective but not pushy hero These ingredients were combined in Quick's trademark witty fashion. I always enjoy reading her work!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read! Really like the new time period.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
looking forward to the nest in the series
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
Delightful noir mystery set in the 1930s. Admirable main character. She doesn't rely on a Princess Charming to save herself. The book opens with her daring escape from the insane asylum. Later she finds a cohort to team up with. Lots of "bad guys". Not sorry to see them get what they deserve. Romance, too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a good book, but I didn't feel like I was reading a Amanda Quick book. I loved her books because the heroine could be tough and not have a hardness that you find in many present day heroines.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was wonderful you never knew what was going to happen next. I liked it If you love a good mystery , this is for you. Happy Reading
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent read. Amanda Quick/Jane Crantz always has a great story with charaters you fall in love with.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The typical wrists and turns of a suspense mystery from another cell phones,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
That's it, it was just ok. Not the worst book I have ever read, but not the best either.
Whimsical_Being More than 1 year ago
I started reading Jayne Ann Krentz /Amanda Quick / Jayne Castle because of the paranormal aspects of the Arcane Society novels. I love the way that she brings in clockwork and natural elements into the world(s) she creates because it brings that realism of believability in the world that allows us to understand the preternatural aspects. I initially put off reading/reviewing the Burning Cove series so far because I wasn’t sure how I would feel about the changeup. I haven’t read a lot of fiction that has taken place in the 1930s. To my surprise, I really enjoyed the feel of the characters in the book. Jake and Adelaide have a good connection that doesn’t feel forced into the period to me. I found most of the descriptions of the world brought in both the Hollywood romance of the era as well as a glimpse into the reality of how the non-rich and famous lived. As a librarian, I know this book will be popular among patrons and I think they will be asking for more period pieces like this. As a side note, I would like to see a bit more diversity in the worlds that Krentz creates. I think it would only enhance the realism of the imagery developed through her words. Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great writing as always. Couldn't stop reading
BetweenMyBookendz More than 1 year ago
When I picked up this book, I expected to be transported back to the interesting times of the 1930s California, specifically Hollywood and its “retreat” up the coast, Burning Cove. I never expected to find myself in an insane asylum with our heroine escaping for her life! That heart-pounding opening chapter sets the stage for Adelaide Blake’s story in The Other Lady Vanishes, a great mix of mystery, a tinge of gothic horror (those asylum scenes beckon for me to add that) and a very satisfying romance! Once again, Ms. Quick immerses us in 1930s Burning Cove, where the Hollywood stars retreat for some well-scripted “privacy” in plain sight. Brilliantly layering mystery upon mystery, I found that there was a lot of riveting threads of this story that I was not entirely sure would come together to reveal a satisfactory conclusion. But I needed to have more faith in the author, as this book may be my new favorite from the historical-writing side of Jayne Ann Krentz. You get the jist of the story from the blurb, so I will not belabor the plot. Be assured that there was just enough of the trademark character quirkiness and wit that I love, especially between Adelaide and Jack. Our Burning Cove regulars were in attendance as well, with Oliver Ward mentioned, Irene Glasson Ward making some cameos and the mysterious Luther Pell entering a number of scenes. And I loved seeing that Raina Kirk found her way to Burning Cove - I wondered what was to come of her after The Girl Who Knew Too Much. I do not blame Jack for falling in love with Adelaide and Adelaide with him - I would have fallen for him too. All in all, a fun, fabulous read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I never miss an Amanda Quick (Jayne Ann Krentz) Novel. They’re a little quirky, but I do enjoy the way she tells her story.
CharlotteLynnsReviews More than 1 year ago
Take me back to the 1930’s… that is exactly what Amanda Quick has done. There is a drug called Daydream being made that causes hallucinations. Patient B, Adelaide, is forced to take these drugs when her husband(?) forces her into a sanitarium for the mentally ill so that he can take control of her inheritance. The amazing part? Adelaide escapes that sanitarium. She escapes and makes a life for herself in the small town of Burning Cove, California and meets Jake Truett. I love the town of Burning Cove. I questioned every person who lived or visited the town. It seemed everyone had a secret. They had a reason to be in Burning Cove besides just visiting for the fun of it. It was interesting to try to guess what was going to happen, who was going to do what next, and who was guilty of what. Everyone is guilty of something, just some things are worse than others. The characters in this book are great. There are so many quirks, so many background stories, and so interesting. I cheered for some, booed others while trying to guess who is who within the story. I wanted to figure out how they fit together, how their stories would intertwine, and how it would all end. Amanda Quick is a talented author. She is now on my must-read list and I am excited to read more from her. I definitely recommend picking up The Other Lady Vanishes and falling into the exciting world of Adelaide Black
bookwomen37 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. Once I started reading I could not put it down. The book opens like a classic Gothic mystery with a mysterious woman escaping a private sanitarium. She lands in Burning Cover and tries to make a new life for herself. Burning Cove is home to Hollywood's Rich and Famous and everyone has a secret. When the local physic to the stars is found murdered and they tried to frame Adelaide she and Jake set out to solve the murder and unlock her past. The author does a very good job with historical setting. The mystery was good with plenty of suspects and lots of twists and turns. The plot moves very quickly and the ending made sense. Enjoy.
PegGlover More than 1 year ago
The Other Lady Vanishes is the second book in the Burning Cove Series, which takes place during the 1930s in California. It was months before Adelaide Blade was able to escape the psychiatric hospital where her narcissistic husband had committed her to. Although Adelaide had taken precautions by relocating and changing her name, she never really felt safe. At least, not until, Jake Truett showed up, in Burning Cove, and came to her rescue. Adelaide knew that her husband would never give up searching for her. He needed to continue pilfering her inheritance. And, for that to happen, she had to be locked-up and drugged. For health reasons, Jake Truett was taking a break from his import/export business. So his trip to Burning Cove, California, was in part for his health; but Jake’s primary goal was to find his deceased wife’s diary. Jake knew that if the diary fell into the wrong hands, and made public, her family’s reputation would greatly suffer. Meeting Adelaide in his travels was a definite bonus to his Burning Cove visit. There are several interesting characters in this book, along with some surprises and twists. Although I didn’t find the story entirely realistic, I enjoyed it just the same. If you’re looking for a light mystery with a bit of romance, then The Other Lady Vanishes, just might be the book for you. Thank you, Berkley Publishing and Edelweiss for my advanced review copy.
Kaits_Bookshelf More than 1 year ago
All in all, this was a pretty entertaining read with some surprises and, I feel, a satisfactory ending. But here’s the thing … the beginning of The Other Lady Vanishes was pretty darn confusing for me. After reading for a few chapters, I began to wonder if this book was actually the sequel to a previous book. I wondered if it was confusing because I had missed the first act, so to speak. Early on, there were references to Adalaide’s past and what had happened to her and I felt like I was supposed to know what this meant, but I didn’t. After searching online, I couldn’t find Adalaide’s story beginning anywhere other than in this book. While Quick has written at least one other story set in Burning Cove in the 1930’s, it seemed to be a standalone novel rather than a first installment in a series. I suppose that there is meant to be a good bit of mystery in the beginning of the book because we as readers are following along with Adalaide as she tries to piece together the puzzle of the last few months of her life. But it read kind of confusing. I also found the trio of “doctors” (Massey, Gill, and Paxton) confusing. Their relationships to each other and to Adalaide were difficult to follow. I kept forgetting who was who between them. All in all, I feel there were just too many characters thrown into the beginning and it was difficult to sort them out and keep them straight. One of my favorite characters in the book was Madame Zolanda. I would love to read a prequel that tells her story and details her journey to becoming “psychic to the stars.” If you like mysteries and the old days of Hollywood, you should give this book a read. If you prefer pretty straight-forward reads with little mystery and complications, then you probably want to give this one a pass. I received an advance copy of this book through NetGalley. All opinions are my own. Read full review at
Barb-TRC More than 1 year ago
The Other Lady Vanishes by Amanda Quick is the 2nd book in her Burning Cove series. This story takes place during the 1930’s in the small town of Burning Cove, California. Some of the characters we met in the first book have secondary roles, as we return to Burning Cove. We meet Adelaide Blake, our heroine, from the start where she is in the process of trying to escape from an insane asylum. Adelaide knows she must run for her life, and someone is trying to kill her. Adelaide was locked up by her “husband” and the evil people in charge at the asylum, who were doing experiments with her and others using a hallucinating drug. Months later, Adelaide (now Brockton) is working as a waitress in a tea room in Burning Cove, where she help creates various types of herbal tea that has become popular, since it helps people with health issues, hangovers, tonics, etc. Burning Cove has many well known visitors, who spend time in the seaside coast, and the tea room has become a place to meet famous people. Jake Truett, our hero, finds himself visiting the tea room, and becoming attracted to Adelaide. Jake keeps to himself, but he knows some of the people we met in the first book, but Jake also has ulterior motive, trying to follow someone he suspects of stealing something from someone close to him. Madame Zoolander is a former actress who is now a famous physic, and she also visits the tea room for one of Adelaide’s famous brews. When Adelaide is invited to Madame’s show, she ends up taking Jake with her; during the show Madame makes a bold prediction that will come true the following morning. What follows is an exciting story that never lets up, with Jake and Adelaide in the middle of all the action. When a number of deaths happen, the danger and risks escalate, as they will begin to discover that much of this will coincide with her false imprisonment at the asylum. This intriguing story is filled with blackmail, drugs, quack doctors, & physics, not to mention the ‘husband’ whom Adelaide never married (he wanted her inheritance), who was determined to find her and bring her back to the asylum. Almost at every turn, Jake and Adelaide found themselves in grave danger by those trying to kill them. I will not give spoilers, as so many things happen along the way, that saying anything more would ruin the book for you. I loved Adelaide and Jake together, as they were a sweet couple, and they blended so well together. The slow built romance was so well done by Quick, not taking anything away from the tense exciting storyline. I really enjoyed seeing many of those we met in the first book, such as Luther, Raina, Irene & Oliver. The Other Lady Vanishes was a wonderful intense suspenseful story, filled with secrets, betrayals, pulse pounding action, and a sweet romance. Amanda Quick once again gives us a complex mystery that had a bit of everything and the fun of being in the glamorous world of 1930’s. I suggest you read the first book to enjoy the setting of this series, but The Other Vanishes reads very well as a standalone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As always a great read!