From New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong comes a brand new psychological thriller about the lengths one woman will go to in order to save a child.
“Few crimes are reported as quickly as a snatched kid.”
That’s what the officer tells single mother Aubrey Finch after she reports a kidnapping. So why hasn’t anyone reported the little boy missing? Aubrey knows what she saw: a boy being taken against his will from the park. It doesn’t matter that the mother can’t be found. It doesn’t matter if no one reported it. Aubrey knows he’s missing.
Instead, people question her sanity. Aubrey hears the whispers. She’s a former stay-at-home mom who doesn’t have primary custody of her daughter, so there must be something wrong with her, right? Others may not understand her decision to walk away from her safe life at home, but years of hiding her past – even from the people she loves – were taking their toll, and Aubrey knows she can’t be the mother or wife she envisions until she learns to leave her secrets behind.
When the police refuse to believe her, she realizes that rescuing the boy is up to her alone. But after all the secrets, how far is she willing to go? Even to protect a child.
|Publisher:||St. Martin's Press|
|Product dimensions:||6.10(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.20(d)|
About the Author
KELLEY ARMSTRONG graduated with a degree in psychology and then studied computer programming. Now, she is a full-time writer and parent, and she lives with her husband and three children in rural Ontario, Canada. Kelley is a #1 New York Times bestselling author of both YA and adult novels, including the Otherworld series and the Rockton novels.
Read an Excerpt
I have made mistakes in my life. Mistakes that should loom over this one like skyscrapers. But this one feels the biggest.
This one hurts the most.
I lie in bed, massaging the old bullet wound in my shoulder as I try not to think of what used to happen when I woke in pain. One of those tiny things that seemed such an ordinary part of an ordinary life, and now I realize that it hadn't been ordinary at all.
I used to wake like this, my shoulder aching, heart racing from nightmare, huddled in bed, trying to be quiet so I didn't wake Paul. He'd still stir, as if he sensed me waking. He'd reach for me with one hand, his glasses with the other, and I'd hear the clatter of them on the nightstand, never quite where he expected them to be.
"Aubrey? You okay?"
"Just a nightmare."
"The car accident?"
I'd murmur something as guilt stabbed through me. The car accident. Yet another lie I'd told.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I'm fine."
The memory flutters off in his sigh, and I want to chase it. Go back there.
No, I want to go back to the beginning, before "Will you take this man," before Charlotte. Back to the first time a nightmare woke me beside Paul, and he asked if I wanted to talk about it, and this time I will say, "Yes. I need to tell you the truth."
It's too late for that.
It'd been too late from the first moment I dodged a question, hinted at a falsehood; I placed my foot on a path from which I could not turn back. Those lies, though, hadn't ended our marriage. I almost wished they had — that I had confessed my past and our marriage had imploded in spectacular fashion.
The truth was much simpler: water wearing down rock, the insidious erosion of secrets untold. All the things I should have said from the start, but the longer it went on, the more I couldn't say them. A vicious cycle that pushed us further apart with each revolution.
Pushed us apart? No, that implies action and forethought. In the end, I'd felt like we were on rafts in a lazy river, Paul drifting away, me madly paddling to stay close, telling myself he just didn't realize he was floating away from me and then ...
Well, there comes a moment when you can't keep pretending that your partner doesn't notice the drift. It had gone on too long, my floundering too obvious, his unhappiness too obvious.
I'm going to take Charlie to the company ball game. Give us some daddy-daughter time while you enjoy an afternoon alone.
I can't go away this weekend after all. I'm in court Monday, and I need to prep. We'll do it another time. Maybe in the fall.
I think we should stop trying to have another baby, Bree.
Even the ending had been so ... empty. I told Paul that I could tell he wasn't happy, and it was better for Charlotte if we realized our mistake now. I said the words, and I waited for him to wake up. To snap out of it and say, "What are you talking about? I am happy."
He did not say that. He just nodded. He just agreed.
So I set Paul free. I took nothing from him. It was all his, and I left it behind. He asked only one thing of me — that I leave Charlotte, too. Temporarily. Leave her in her home, in the life she knew. We would co-parent, but she would live with him until I was settled and we could agree on a long-term arrangement.
The mature and responsible decision.
The naive and unbelievably stupid decision.CHAPTER 2
As I hang from the exercise rings, two women turn to stare. I could tell myself they're wowed by my enviable upper-body strength, but their expressions are far less complimentary. That may have something to do with the fact that the rings are in a playground, and I'm dangling from them, knees pulled up so I don't scrape the ground.
It's Sunday. The end of my weekend with Charlotte. It's been six months since Paul and I split, and he's still not ready to discuss joint custody. I've begun to realize he never will be ready. I'm going to have to push him — with divorce proceedings and a custody battle. I'm not ready for that fight yet. But I'm getting there.
As I dangle from the rings, Charlotte hangs in front of me. "Ten, eight, nine, seven ..."
"You keep going," I say.
"No! Mommy stay! Three, two —"
I drop onto my butt, and Charlotte lets out a squeal of laughter, her chubby legs kicking so hard one sneaker flies off.
Then she lets go. I catch her, and she giggles, wrenches out of my arms and tears off.
As I race after her, scooping up her abandoned shoe, I hear the women behind me.
"Recapturing her lost childhood?"
"I'm not sure she ever left it. Look at her."
I let Charlotte braid my hair this morning, the result being exactly what you expect from a three-year-old, complete with crooked plastic barrettes. She also picked out my shirt, a ragged Minnie Mouse tee I only keep because she loves it. I brought a jacket for camouflage, but I'd discarded that when the blazing sun heated up a cool May day, with only a hint of Chicago's legendary winds blowing into our suburban city.
As I'm trying to remember where I left my jacket, Charlotte runs for the slide. I take off after her, and I help her onto the rungs. Then I climb behind her, mostly because it's the only way I can ensure she doesn't fall off the top or slide down backward. I sense eyes on me, I see bemused head shakes, and I feel the prickle of embarrassment.
I don't know how other parents do it. I honestly do not. They sit. They chat. They answer emails. They read books. And somehow, their children survive.
Motherhood does not come naturally to me. My own mother died when I was very young, and my father never remarried. I grew up on a string of army bases, cared for by whoever happened to be available. So when Paul and I decided to have a baby, I knew I needed to prepare. I did — with endless classes and books. Then Charlotte came along, and I felt as if I'd walked into a math exam after cramming for history.
When I used to confess my fears to Paul, he'd hug me and say, "You're doing awesome, Bree. Your daughter is bright and happy and healthy. What more could you want?"
What more could I want? To feel like I'd achieved that. Not like Charlotte managed to be all that in spite of me. Because of Paul.
Now I'm damned sure that when it comes time for a court to decide custody, Paul is not going to tell the judge that I'm "doing awesome."
So no more floundering. No more muddling through. No more being the "quirky" parent. I must be the most normal mom possible. That means I need to learn how.
Observe and assimilate.
When we head to the swings, I try to just stand behind Charlotte and push her, like other parents. That isn't what she wants, though. She wants me to swing beside her and see who can go highest.
Paul doesn't swing with Charlotte or climb the slide or hang from the rings. The very image makes me smile. Nor, however, would he be on a bench reading the paper or checking his phone. He stands close, keeping a watchful eye, ready to jump in if she needs him. And that's fine with Charlotte, who never asks or expects him to join in. Joining in is for Mommy.
I remember when I'd bring her back from the park with grass-stained knees and dirt-streaked face and hair that looked as if she stepped out of a wind tunnel.
"Someone had fun today," Paul would say.
"She skinned her knee again. I'm sorry. I don't know how that happens."
He laughs. "Because she's a little cyclone when she's with you. She knows Daddy can't keep up." He swings her into his arms. "Did you have fun, sweetheart?" he asks, as they walk away, Charlotte babbling a mile a minute.
If I fretted later, he'd say, "She had fun. That's what matters, Bree. Skinned knees heal. It's good to see her active."
Does he still think that? Or does he remember those skinned knees and see them as a sign that I hadn't watched our daughter closely enough?
I react without thinking, swinging high and then jumping. I hit the ground in a crouch, and as I bounce to my feet, her gales of laughter ring out.
Again, I turn on autopilot, my arms fly up as Charlotte launches herself from the swing.
I do catch her.
I always do.
Always, always, always.
This is what I want to be for you, baby. The mother who will always catch you. The mother who knows what dangers you face, and will be there to stop them. To fix the problems, even when I cause them myself.
"Is it time for tea?" I ask as I set her on the ground.
As we drink our apple juice and munch cookies, I watch the parents in the playground, analyzing how far they let their kids run without giving chase, what they allow their children to do without interfering.
I gaze longingly at the groups of chatting parents. As much as I love playing with my child, I feel like I should be there, getting the support and answers I need. I've done all the things that parenting blogs recommend for meeting others — join mom-tot groups, hang around at the playground, just put yourself out there! — but I always feel like I used to when I switched schools midterm. The cliques had already formed, those doors slammed shut.
When I first had Charlotte, I tried joining the suburban mommies in our neighborhood, but their life experience was a million miles from mine. They seemed to sense my "otherness," like a bevy of swans with a goose intent on sneaking into their ranks. As invitations to playdates dried up — and my own were refused — I saw myself condemning Charlotte to the same kind of life. An outsider by association.
That changed after I left. Apparently, the mommies who didn't have time for me had plenty of it for my poor abandoned child and her doting single daddy.
As I gaze across the playground, I notice another woman by herself. She's with a little boy near a patch of forest, maybe twenty feet away. They're playing a hiding game, where one of them tucks away a small object and the other finds it.
At first, I think the woman must be a sitter or older sister. I'm thirty, and she looks nearly a decade younger, the boy maybe five. But then he gives a delighted shriek, saying, "Found it, Mama! That was a good spot."
They both seem to be enjoying the game, and I take note. Charlotte would love it, and it's definitely a more dignified way of playing with my child.
Speaking of dignity, when we finish our tea, Charlotte wants to do cartwheels. I try to just help her, but she insists I demonstrate. I do a double, ending up by the woods, and as I thump down, the little boy says, "Whoa, did you see that, Mama?"
"Very cool," his mother says, with a careful smile. "You must have been a cheerleader."
I laugh. "Not exactly. But thanks."
"Can you do that, Mama?" her son asks.
Now it's her turn to laugh, relaxing as she squeezes his shoulder. "I could when I was your age. Not since then, though. I was definitely not a cheerleader."
She passes me a smile, and there's a spark of connection as we both look over at a gaggle of suburban mommies, as if to say they were probably cheerleaders, but not us. Never us.
She isn't much older than I first thought. Maybe twenty-three. Slender with a blond ponytail and no makeup except for thick black eyeliner. Is that eyeliner a remnant of another life? She wears long sleeves, but one is pushed up, showing what looks like the ghosts of old track marks. Dark circles underscore her eyes, and there's a strained, distant look in them, as if she's exhausted by the stresses of what might be single motherhood, given the lack of a wedding band.
"You do car-wheel," Charlotte says to the woman. "Mommy show."
The woman smiles. "Not me, hon. My body doesn't do that anymore."
"Can I try?" her son asks.
"I show!" Charlotte says.
We stand and watch Charlotte try to instruct the boy in a proper cartwheel while I give pointers. I tread a fine line here. I don't want to seem like the new girl at school, puppy-eager for attention, even if that's how I feel. I glance at the other woman, and then I look at the poised suburban mommies on the benches, and it doesn't matter if I'd been one of them six months ago. I'm not anymore and, really, I never was, even when I wore the title.
I see this young woman, with her old needle scars and her worn jeans and her shabby sneakers and the way her face glows every time her gaze lights on her son, and she's the mother I connect to.
Still I am careful. Years of new-kid-in-class life has taught me how to tread this line. Snatches of conversation mixed with quips and laughs as I show her son how to do a cartwheel.
I'm holding up his legs when her phone rings. She looks down at the screen and blanches. Then she murmurs, "Sorry, I have to get this."
She steps away to take the call. I can't tell what she's saying — she isn't speaking English — but her tone tells me enough, rising from anger to alarm.
She keeps moving away, lowering her voice while keeping her gaze on her son.
Finally I bend in front of the boy and say, "We should go, so your mom can finish her call. Tell her we said goodbye. It was very nice meeting you, and I hope to see you both again."
When I extend a hand, his thin face lights up in a smile. He shakes my hand vigorously, with a mature "Nice meeting you, too."
Charlotte shakes his hand as she giggles a goodbye. Then we quickly gather our things and leave.CHAPTER 3
Two days later, I'm taking my usual lunchtime jog in the park where I played with Charlotte on Sunday. After a couple of laps, I slow near the playground and circle to a forlorn bench, too far from the equipment to be of any use to watchful parents.
I put up my leg and begin stretching. As I do, I tug out my earbuds so I can listen to three mothers sitting nearby.
Eavesdrop. Spy. Learn.
As I stretch, a middle-aged jogger pulls over to do the same, sharing my bench. I keep my attention on the lesson unfolding ahead.
I contemplate the trio of moms. They don't seem to be watching their children at all, engrossed as they are in the scandal of another parent who let her child play with an iPad. Is that a problem? I have several educational apps on my phone, and Charlotte and I play them together. I thought that was a good thing, but —
A child shrieks. I wheel to see two kids fighting over the slide. As I peer around for the parents, the kids work it out on their own, and I suppose that's the way to handle it — watch and see if they can resolve it before interfering.
The war for the slide ends, but it calls my attention to a boy swinging by himself. It looks like the boy from Sunday, the one we'd shown how to do cartwheels. I squint. Yes, that's definitely him. His mom is nowhere in sight.
The boy jumps off the swing and starts gazing around. Then he heads for the path. Leaving the safety of the playground. I look around anxiously, hoping Mom will notice.
"You're doing your quadriceps stretches wrong."
I jump and glance over to see the middle-aged guy who took up stretching at my bench.
"You want to do them like this," he says, and proceeds to demonstrate ... with a hamstring stretch.
I know better than to point out his mistake, so I murmur a thank-you and glance back at the boy.
He's still walking. Getting farther from the equipment, with no sign of anyone giving chase. So I do.
I stay at a slow jog, no panic, just keeping an eye on the child. Mom will notice. Mom will come after him, and she doesn't need me making her feel like she's failed her parental duties. So I stay back, subtly watchful.
"You hit the ground a little hard."
The middle-aged guy jogs up beside me.
"You have really good form," he says, "but you're hitting the ground too hard. You'll injure your knees. I've seen you before — we run at about the same time — and I thought I should mention it."
Don't get distracted. Remember the boy.
I turn my attention back. The child's gone.
Damn it, no. Where —
He appears, walking out from behind a trash can. That's a relief. The not-such-a-relief part? He's heading straight for the parking lot.
Where is his mother?
It doesn't matter. As much as I hate to embarrass another parent, that's a busy lot with an even busier thoroughfare beside it.
I kick my jog up to a run.
"You could just say no thanks," the guy shouts after me, and then mutters, "Bitch," under his breath.
Aubrey Finch, making friends wherever she goes.
Forget him. The important thing is the boy, and in that moment of distraction, I've lost sight of him again.
Tires screech, and my chest seizes as I look about wildly. A vehicle has slammed on its brakes in the parking lot, and I can just make out a roof rack over the sea of parked vehicles.
I spot the boy. He's still at the edge of the lot, standing on his tiptoes, as if looking for the source of the screeching tires.
A voice calls from the direction of the vehicle. It's a single word, but I can't make it out. The boy hears, though, and starts running toward it.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Wherever She Goes"
Copyright © 2019 KLA Fricke Inc..
Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If u want something easy and quick then this book is definitely for you this summer. What a great book this was. This is the first book I read by this author and it did not disappoint. This book was about a women with a secret past who saw something she shouldn’t have. The police don’t believe her so she makes it her mission to find out the truth no matter what the costs. Wow, what a book!!!!! I really enjoyed the book from start to finish. Where to begin? I just loved the way the characters meshed so well with each other. I especially loved the dynamic between the Aubrey and the women detective. At first they didn’t trust each other but by the end they had a mutual respect and fondness for each other. I also loved the way Aubrey and her husband connected especially at the end. Now the plot. Who doesn’t like a story about a murdered mom and her child going missing. That alone had me hooked along with all the twists and turns this book had to offer. I never knew what was coming next. Between the plot, characters and all the twists in this book it made it an easy and fast read. I would definitely recommend it and happily give it 5 Hearts??????????
I know this book is listed as a stand alone but I certainly hope this cast of characters comes back to life in another excellent series by Kelley Armstrong. Her stories all have a unique setting and story line. She pulls characters from all segments of life to bring a really good story to the readers. It is not unusual for me to read her books in one day. They are my treat to myself and always enjoyable. A young woman who is working through problems in her marriage that she feels she has caused also witnesses what she thinks is a child being kidnapped. When she tries to report the crime to the police, they tell her there is no report of a missing child...but she knows what she saw. As she works to clear up this mystery, she finds a much larger story with much scarier consequences. If you have never read a Kelley Armstrong book, I really feel sorry for you. Start with this one then pick a series and start reading those. I promise, you will love them!
I enjoyed Wherever She Goes. The characters were believable, though I thought the relationship with Aubrey and Paul was maybe a little too good to be true. It’s worth the read. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this novel.
Thank you so much to St. Martins Press and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book for my review. I normally adore and devour Kelley Armstrong’s novel I found myself struggling through this one. I’ve read quite a few of her mystery novels but this one didn’t grip me as her other novels have. The beginning was the best part to me when we’re first introduced to the character Audrey as she’s trying to rebuild her life with her three-year-old after her divorce. The anxiety and pressure she felt was honestly the most compelling part of the book and then I got kind of lost from there. I’ve read more than a few mystery/thriller novels and I feel like the plot has been recycled over and over. The woman witnesses a crime and has to do the digging herself because the police think she’s just a hysterical lady and doesn’t take it seriously. Audrey’s past and the beginning of the book were the best parts for me but the rest of the book fell short, unfortunately
Another Awesome Armstrong! Question! Who is Aubrey Finch? Yes she is a soon to be ex-wife, a mother, part time librarian, and a women with a maze of secrets in her past. All this being said; She comes across as a peculiar personality enlisting scowls and reluctance to believe her from others. Nevertheless; She has skills to take matters into her own hands when Police refuse to believe she has witnessed a young boy's kidnapping. Lots to keep the pages turning and the reader ready to slip off their seats. "A copy of this book was provided by St. Martin's Press via Netgalley with no requirements for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion." NEVER GO WRONG PICKING UP AN ARMSTRONG novel - -HUGE FAN!
Kelley Armstrong is a well-known author who has never failed to write a well-written story with convincing, engaging characters. Like me she is from Ontario, Canada yet this was my first Kelley Armstrong novel...and what a blast it was to read. This crime fiction's story line is crisp and riveting, so much excitement, tension and drama. This was such a refreshing read, although another "missing" child thriller, this one is truly unique. The author did a great job at making sure the story-line is woven perfectly. One of the greatest aspects of the book is that the readers will never guess the ending and I loved not knowing what will happen. The characters are engaging and well-developed and the author does a great job of making them all real and believable to the reader. There is more than one mystery in this novel and the author makes the situations feel tense and the plot is timely and credible. I love that the protagonist had such a colourful back story and that it was woman, and a very strong one at that. The writing draws you in and keeps your interest piqued from start to finish. This book is well written, very engaging and very interesting. An excellent book for anyone who enjoys genuine mysteries. Definitely worth the read.
I have only read one other Kelley Armstrong book and this was head and shoulders above that one (and it was good). She is a fantastic writer and her characters and story keep you turning the pages. I loved that this was a stand-alone thriller and I initially worried that it would fall into the same, tired trope as many other novels of late, where the female protagonist is telling people around her what she has witnessed and isn’t even believed by her own family. Fortunately, although recently separated, her ex- is more willing to listen and without spoiling the plot, this avoids the trope of the pathetic female who no one listens to as the heroine. Aubrey has a hidden past, good and bad, that is complicated. This clearly influences many of her decisions going forward and makes for a compelling and very readable story. Highly recommend!! This was a pleasure to read. I hated to have obligations this week because I wanted to get time to read this! Great summer read. #WhereverSheGoes #NetGalley
Kelley Armstrong has a huge body of work. While I haven’t read all of her novels, I will say Wherever She Goes is drastically different from anything I’ve read from her before and just as brilliant. Armstrong digs into the life of Aubry Finch. Aubry has a past she hasn’t told a soul about. The guilt haunts her so much she’s separated from her husband and left him with residential custody of their young daughter. One of the afternoons Aubry shares with her daughter at the park, they meet young mother and her son about the same age as Aubry’s daughter. That one brief meeting changes Aubry’s life forever. When running in the park a few days later, Aubry notices the little boy get snatched from a parking lot near the park where they first met. After going to the police, she gets nothing except a heaping helping of “they think I’m crazy”. When the young mother turns up dead, Aubry knows she can’t let anyone forget about this little boy. Armstrong takes us from suburbia to the underbelly of the Mafia life. She shows us how hard it is for Aubry to try to be herself when she is hiding so much behind the persona as a wife and mother. While her world is crumbling around her and not one soul knows what she is going through, Armstrong gives Aubry two things to live for, her daughter and the missing boy. Every chapter had me fearing for Aubry’s safety and at times her sanity. While I loved the sweet moments with her daughter and the thrill of the hunt for the little boy, Armstrong also gave us a more than a glimpse into Aubry’s heart as she deals with her pending divorce. There is so much I want to say, but I don’t want to give any spoilers! This novel is the perfect combination of action, mystery, and family drama. I loved it from page one and can’t wait to read more stories like this one from Kelley Armstrong in the future. I received Wherever She Goes for free. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
I definitely recommend it. A compelling central character, a couple of good supporting folks, and a fast-paced plot kept me engaged, even when it wasn't as character-driven as I normally like. I really love most of Kelley Armstrong's work, and so was v. excited to get an ARC of this! (This is an unpaid review, but I did get the book for free.) I read through it within a day of getting it in the mail, and have already re-read it. The central mystery keeps the story moving along, but overall this book has a more novel-like structure than a lot of her other work. I think is pairs well with how she unfolds the narrative, and I hope that it'll open her up to a wider audience, since I know that there are a lot of people who tend to shy away from what they see as genre fiction. If you're in that boat and end up wanting more like this, I definitely recommend her Rockton series, as well as her other standalone books. Missing and The Masked Truth are both quite good, and the Nadia Stafford series is great if you enjoy mysteries.
Juicy, twisty, can't-put-down psychological thriller about a child abduction, a questionable narrator with a dark past, and so much more in WHEREVER SHE GOES I was completely smitten with WHEREVER SHE GOES (June 25, Minotaur Books) by New York Times bestselling author, Kelley Armstrong, whose work I've yet to read. Just how far would YOU go to save a child? How far would you go to prove to the authorities that you are not delusional, that you know what you saw and you are worried about a child in danger? That's the overarching question of this book, where Aubrey Finch is just sure she saw a boy taken from the playground against his will. But the officers called onto the case say no one has reported a missing child; end of case. But Aubrey is insistent. She spoke with the boy and his mother just recently at that very park; they exist. The boy is missing. But Aubrey is recently separated from her defense attorney husband and she doesn't have full custody of their daughter--in fact, she only sees her daughter on the weekends. Something must be 'wrong' with Aubrey, right? People start questioning *her* sanity--and Aubrey hears the whispers. Yet she is determined to find the boy. I loved Aubrey's tenacity--her strong, determined personality absolutely shines. She's intelligent, but often makes poor, unwise decisions...yet all of these moments propel the narrative. The end got a little too action-y (for me), but the events unfold in such a way that is inevitable. WHEREVER SHE GOES is whip-smart, twisty, and such a page-turner. I loved every minute. Plenty of set-up and creepy thrills in this easy but tense read, with plenty of complex characters. Definitely add this one to your summer reading list. WHEREVER SHE GOES reminded me so much of the writing style of Mary Kubica, especially EVERY LAST LIE (2017) and also the 2017 movie KIDNAP (starring Halle Berry). Readers of Shari Lapena and B.A. Paris will also appreciate this one. L.Lindsay|Always with a Book
Today is release day for K.L. Armstrong's new book - Wherever She Goes. And its one you're going to want to add to your summer reading list. I devoured it in a day sitting on the back porch! Separated mom Aubrey is in the park one day and witnesses a young boy being forced into a vehicle. It's the same little boy she met in the park last week with her daughter. Aubrey immediately calls police to report the kidnapping. But...no one has reported a missing child. Aubrey had met his mom last week too. But where is she now? Why hasn't she reported the boy's disappearance? And here's the kicker.....no one believes Aubrey. Not the police, her husband, her employer. They all think she's making it up....attention seeking.....not coping with the separation and custody arrangements.... Oh boy, what a great premise! But it gets even better. You see, there's more to Aubrey than people in her life today realize. Armstrong doesn't let the reader know right away either. The details of her past are slowly and deliciously revealed. And you know what's going to happen don't you? Yes, Aubrey decides that if the police won't look for the boy, then she will. And the skills from her past life will help that search. Okay, great premise. But what about the lead character? Just as great. She's tenacious, smart and likable. The reader will be firmly behind Aubrey as she searches for the boy. A secondary plot that focuses on Aubrey's personal life will also have readers hoping for the 'right' outcome. This is well done, not straying into saccharine territory. Armstrong's writing is just so darn readable. The plot has some turns that require a few grains of salt, but this in no way detracted from my enjoyment of the book. I was engaged and entertained the entire book. (Hence the one sitting read) Wherever She Goes is one to add to your summer reading list. Fans of Kelley Armstrong's Rockton series (one of my favourites) would enjoy this plot and lead character.
It’s Kelley Armstrong so, of course, I loved this story. Bree Has a secret past that has come between she and her husband, She was a criminal hacker and only changed her career after a job went wrong and she was shot. She got out and went legit and got married. She has gone from being a stay at home mom married to a successful lawyer to working as a librarian and living in a dumpy apartment. One day, she’s playing in a park with her daughter when she briefly meets another mom with a little boy. Later that week she thinks she sees the boy being abducted. When she goes to the police, they don’t believe her and with no child reported missing they do not investigate. Bree decides it’s up to her to find out what has happened to the boy. When her own daughter is threatened, Bree’s estranged husband agrees to help her. This is a well thought out, well written story but I would expect no less from Ms. Armstrong. I hope this is the first book of a series because I enjoyed the characters and think there is a lot of potential here. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for giving me an ARC in exchange for a fair and honest review. All opinions expressed are my own.
I loved it!!!! I could not put it down until I finished it. Very well written and kept my attention until the end. You have to follow the story and the whole time you are wondering where the next turn will be and what’s going to happen next. Any mother will feel their maternal instincts kick in with this book!! Highly recommend!! I received this as an Advanced Readers Copy, in exchange for my honest review.
This is the first novel I have read by Kelley Armstrong. As soon as I finished it, I went looking to see if she had other books in a similar genre. It appears that she generally writes paranormal books, which is why I had never heard of her before. My hope is that she will write more urban-style thrillers as this one was so compelling and well-written, I can hardly wait to read more of books that are similar in style. As I don’t read paranormal books, I will have to wait. In this book, which is a thriller mystery, Aubrey Finch (aka Bree) is working part-time at a library. She is newly separated from her husband, Paul, who is a well-to-do lawyer. She has left her daughter with her husband until she is able to provide a better living space for her. She misses her daughter and often takes her run through a park which includes a children’s play area. One day, she happens across a young mother and her son and chats with them a bit. Days later, she is running and she sees the young son by himself. As she is looking for his mother, he wanders into the parking lot and is taken against his will. Thus begins a book with twists and turns. There are individuals with secret pasts that catch up with them. Bree is trying to find the missing child and no one seems to believe that she saw what she saw. Her sanity is questioned, she becomes a suspect, her past is slowly revealed and we discover there is a lot more to Bree than a stay-at-home mom. I would love to see Bree in future books. Her skills are amazing as is her tenacity and caring for a child she has just met. I was provided a digital advance reader copy of this book by the publisher via Netgalley.
Aubrey Finch meets a young boy and his mother in the park while she is there with her own daughter. Several days later while she is doing her daily run she sees the boy again but this time his mother is no where around. Aubrey follows the boy and he leads her to the parking lot where a car stops and snatches the boy inside. She can't believe what she has just seen, she immediately tries to take a picture of the plates but they are covered with mud. Aubrey calls the police and when they arrive they take her statement and tell that they have everything under control, they will contact her if they need anything else. She soon learns that not only has no child has been reported missing and the police think that she was seeing things. She knows she is not crazy but know that the people around her are looking at her as if she is. When she learns that the police aren't going to do anything else about the missing boy she knows that she must figure things out on her own. Her life is already complicated enough, she just got divorced, her ex has custody of their daughter, and now he is dating someone new. She wants to be in her daughters life as much as possible but things just seem to keep getting in the way. With all this going on can she really find a missing boy that no one else thinks is really gone? Follow along as Aubrey takes all the things she has learned throughout her life and hidden from others and searches for the boy that she knows is missing. This was an exciting read that had you hurting for Aubrey and hoping that her life would turn around. That she would be able to find the missing child and show all those who doubted her the truth that none of them could see.
It’s a heartbreaking set-up for Aubrey Finch. She is separated from her husband, Jack, and their daughter Charlotte who is living with him. Aubrey is the one who left her beautiful child and home behind for a dumpy apartment but generous visitation rights with Charlotte. With only a high school diploma, Aubrey considers herself fortunate to have landed a job in a library. Aubrey blames herself for the disintegration of her marriage and refuses all monetary offers from Jack. Psychological mysteries such as Wherever She Goes are about my least favorite mystery/thriller, just above cooking and old lady sleuths. However Wherever She Goes is written by Kelley Armstrong. C’mon, it’s Kelly Armstrong! I’m as likely to pass on reading one of her books as I am to give up chocolate for Lent. After all, she is the author of two series that are in my permanent top seven. Aubrey’s story gets even worse when she witnesses a small child being kidnapped. A child she and Charlotte had met only the day before playing in the park where they like to play. So Aubrey knows nothing about the boy or his mother. No one believes Aubrey; not the yummy mummies, not the police, nor her husband who just seems to be humoring her. For a stay-at-home mom, Aubrey seems to have some mad investigative and physical skills. These seem to be related to her past she has hidden from her husband; much to the detriment and likely end to her marriage. Jack is already dating the perfect woman. Aubrey puts her skills to use, she’s not about to abandon the small boy, but even Aubrey isn’t prepared for the tangled and dangerous web she discovers. Aubrey is a tenacious, fierce woman, but she is the only well-developed character. The others serve only to move the story along and to reflect the lioness that is Aubrey. Eventually Jack shows some quiet strength in his dealings with Aubrey and the villains. Wherever She Goes is fast-paced with some surprising character twists and certainly kept my attention. The story was told from Aubrey’s POV, and she told a straight-up story. When she finally needed to face her past, she owned it, used it, and tried to forgive herself. Armstrong has always excelled in flawed female characters, Aubrey Finch is no exception. Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC in exchange of a fair and honest review.
My Rating: 4.5 Stars Aubrey Finch is apparently on an island of her own. She has seen a child snatched and reported it within minutes. However, no one else reported it and the police will not take her seriously. Some go so far as to doubt Aubrey's sanity. She is currently working as a librarian. Aubrey was recently a stay-at-home mother, but now separated from husband Jack, she does not have primary custody of her young daughter Charlotte. So, the police - and others - worry about her motives. What is more, Aubrey keeping her past from Jack doesn't make things any easier. Aubrey has very good reason in allowing her ex to be the custodial parent. She is hiding a past that she feels she cannot trust anyone with, and is more than worried about her future. Putting her own life and feelings aside, Aubrey takes it upon herself to discover the whereabouts of the little boy. She has very little to go on, but she hopes to start with the fact that she met the boy's mother just a day before the incident. Hopefully this will be enough for her to get started. More than that, Aubrey has above par computer skills. It is those very skills that take Aubrey very far into a layer of deceit, secrets and danger. While searching, Aubrey has interactions with her ex-husband. Sharing custody is not easy, especially now that Jack is dating again. What a finely-balanced book! It had great - and not-so-great - characters. The story had lots of twists and turns and culminated with an intense conclusion. Having previously read a series of Kelley Armstrong's, when this book came up, it was a great opportunity for me. I was thrilled to have been able to read and review it. I definitely will keep her future titles on my radar. Many thanks Minotaur Books and to NetGalley for this ARC to review in exchange for my honest opinion.
I received this ARC for an honest review. This story is about Aubrey. She is a complex character. I don’t want to give too much away. She feels like an outsider. She left her marriage because she knew Paul was unhappy. She still loved him, but left so he could be happy. One weekend, when she had her daughter, Charlotte, they went to the park. Another mother and son was playing hide & seek, the little boy came over to play. Aubrey & the mom began talking. Aubrey becomes hopeful maybe they can become friends. They next day she went jogging in the park and noticed the little boy by himself. Aubrey kept looking for the mom, but couldn’t locate her. Then she watched as a SUV pull up and call the boy over and take the boy. The boy was fighting. Aubrey tried to run after the SUV and get license plate and picture of the SUV, but it was driving away too fast. Aubrey contacted the police, and her life started to spiral out of control after. I am not going to give any more away. YOU MUST READ THE BOOK!!! This story takes so many twists and turns. The story could be a stand a lone or a start to new series. I hope it is start to a new series, because I would love to see how the story of Aubrey and Paul develops. Give it a chance. You won’t be sorry.
Kelly Armstrong always writes about strong women. I guess that's why I was thrown off in the first of this book. Overall it was a really good book. A little boy is kidnapped and know one believes you. A mothers worst nightmare even if that child is not yours.There was a slow build up to me but Aubrey is not just a shy, awkward librarian and when the action starts it is non stop until the end. I don't know if this is a new series or not but if it is I will be reading the next one.
When Aubrey Finch sees a young boy get kidnapped at the park, she assumes that the police will do everything they can to reunite him with his mother but instead the police don't believe her. Aubrey's strange habits and questionable choices paint the picture of an unstable woman seeking attention. Aubrey was once a suburbanite stay at home mom with a lawyer husband...but she gave it all away including her parental rights. What they don't know is that Aubrey isn't really who they think she is, in fact she may be the only person who can find this missing boy...but her involvement might just cost her everything she has left. Wherever She Goes, is the exciting new suspense mystery novel by author Kelly Armstrong. This novel offers an interesting twist on the unreliable witness trope. In this story, we discover that the main protagonist has a secret past, one which she kept hidden from her family, which resulted in her current circumstances. She finds herself torn between doing what's right, using her illegal talents to save a missing boy, and potentially losing her daughter in the process. I found this book really interesting because, as the reader, we get to see both sides of Aubrey's life both from the outside looking in and the inside looking out. This intriguing mystery was the perfect afternoon read to curl up with.
I first read Omens by Kelley Armstrong and loved the series, I recently finished Watcher in the Woods from the Casey Duncan series and loved that as well! Aubrey witnesses a child abductions in a park, the only problem is that no-one believes her, particularly as no child has been reported missing. Is she overwrought because she misses her daughter so much? Aubrey goes from being a stay-at-home mom to a working librarian who gives up custody to her husband. She knows what people think of her, what kind of mother does that, she must be unstable. Aubrey, however has a past that she cannot let her husband discover, she may lose her daughter for good. That same past though uniquely positions her to investigate the abduction. This was a fun, entertaining read, I enjoyed the characters, the author has the ability to write strong woman well. They are not cliched or 'Overdone" and the dialogue is not annoying. I will be looking out for her next book.
Wherever She Goes by Kelley Armstrong is a psychological thriller that tore me up. My heart bled all over the place for Aubrey. This is a fast paced read that will keep you flipping pages to find out what happens next. Kelley Armstrong is a fantastic story teller and has hit another out of the park.