Before She Disappeared

by Lisa Gardner Narrated by Hillary Huber

Overview

Notes From Your Bookseller

This is Lisa Gardner's first standalone novel in 20 years. Frankie Elkin is neither a professional detective nor police investigator. Instead, her heart, perseverance and attention to the human condition keep us reading from the moment we meet her. Gardner writes with the eye of a reporter. You will be moved to root for Elkin and everyone she is determined to find.

2022 Audie Award Finalist for Best Female Narrator

THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner, a propulsive thriller featuring an ordinary woman who will stop at nothing to find the missing people that the rest of the world has forgotten

Frankie Elkin is an average middle-aged woman, a recovering alcoholic with more regrets than belongings. But she spends her life doing what no one else will--searching for missing people the world has stopped looking for. When the police have given up, when the public no longer remembers, when the media has never paid attention, Frankie starts looking.

A new case brings her to Mattapan, a Boston neighborhood with a rough reputation. She is searching for Angelique Badeau, a Haitian teenager who vanished from her high school months earlier. Resistance from the Boston PD and the victim's wary family tells Frankie she's on her own--and she soon learns she's asking questions someone doesn't want answered. But Frankie will stop at nothing to discover the truth, even if it means the next person to go missing could be her.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

★ 11/23/2020

Recovering alcoholic Frankie Elkin, the narrator of this outstanding crime novel from bestseller Gardner (When You See Me), has found purpose, if not peace, in channeling her addictive personality into finding missing women no one else bothers to search for. Newly arrived in Boston, Frankie sets out on the trail of 16-year-old Angelique Lovelie Badeau, who seems destined to beat the odds in her tough Haitian community. What would drive Angelique, a girl with such a bright future, to simply disappear one day? Frankie’s search leads her through a thicket of gangs, traffickers, and institutional racism. The mystery’s solution is a neat twist on the obvious dangers that might destroy a talented girl’s dreams. Frankie, who describes herself as an “average middle-aged white woman,” is a nuanced character whose unflinching honesty and lack of self-pity allows the reader to empathize, if not completely sympathize, with her struggles. And cat lovers are sure to fall for Piper, Frankie’s equally dysfunctional feral companion. Gardner pulls no punches in this socially conscious standalone. Agent: Meg Ruley, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Jan.)

From the Publisher

In this rare standalone, the prolific Gardner has come up with one of the most original characters in recent crime fiction, a woman readers can care about even while not being entirely sure of what to make of her.”—Washington Post

"This book, the best-selling author’s first stand-alone novel in 20-years, is a sharply-written, tension-filled yarn full of twists readers are unlikely to see coming. The most compelling element, however, is the character of Frankie, a recovering alcoholic whose obsession with the missing is a penance of sorts for the burden of guilt and grief she carries over a past trauma that took the life of a man she loves.”—Associated Press

Named one of 2021's Most Anticipated Books by "Good Morning America," PopSugar, Bookpage, CrimeReads, and Mystery Tribune

"A masterpiece of post-modern noir....A riveting stunner of a tale where the rare appearance of the sun shines down on what is certain to be one of the best thrillers of 2021.”—Providence Journal

“[An] outstanding crime novel…. Gardner pulls no punches in this socially conscious standalone.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Fans of this incredible author, police procedurals, timely immigrant stories, strong determined women, and tales that are not tied up with a pretty bow at the end will not be able to get enough of this intense page-turner.”—Library Journal (starred review)

“It’s hard to tag just one stand-out element here, between the multidimensional portrayal of Mattapan’s Haitian expat community, Frankie’s humanizing demons and straightforward investigative technique, and a page-turning plot with all its ends tucked in unpredictably tight. Tense and immersive, Gardner’s latest…is a sure bet both for readers drawn to gritty gumshoe fiction and for the growing legion of true- crime podcast fans.”—Booklist (starred review)

“Gardner is a pro at writing tough-as-nails, wiseass, broken-yet-steely female characters, and Frankie does not disappoint…Fans of Gardner’s Tessa Leoni, D.D. Warren, and Flora Dane will embrace her new heroine's grit and empathy.”--Kirkus Reviews

"The pace of Before She Disappeared makes it a faster read than the number of pages would suggest. For me, it fell into 'couldn’t put it down' territory, and of all Gardner’s books that I’ve read, I think this was the best.”—St. Louis Post-Dispatch

"Lisa Gardner delves deeply into her protagonist’s psyche in this tough, street-level, socially conscious thriller.”—Florida Times-Union

“Before She Disappeared introduces what may be the most powerful sleuth of the decade, an “ordinary” woman driven to uncover the truth at any personal cost. There’s only one thing to ask for by the time the book ends: please, please, a sequel and a series.”—New York Journal of Books

“As Frankie’s investigation progresses, it offers an up-close look into some of the issues that plague American society today—racism, antipathy toward immigrants and the trafficking of young women—while providing a blistering narrative and sympathetic characters…Before She Disappeared is billed as a standalone, but I’m thinking it would be the perfect setup for a terrific series.”—Bookpage

"A propulsive mystery, one with enough twists and turns to keep even the most seasoned readers of the genre guessing until the end. But it’s also —- perhaps more importantly —- a fascinating character study, as Frankie wrestles with her own demons even as she grows closer to her goal.”—Bookreporter.com

“Smart, suspenseful, and socially conscious, this novel knows how to concoct a thriller out of current affairs without cheapening the subject or deriding any of the people involved. Frankie is a troubled, complicated woman determined to do the right thing while also recognizing that she doesn’t have all the answers and is in no place to dictate the affairs of others. She’s a wonderful heroine for our turbulent times."—Criminal Element

"Think Jack Reacher with a specific mission and a driving purpose…Socially conscious and deeply researched…this thriller will keep devoted thriller and suspense readers on their toes. Plus, Gardner knows how to write honest, believable female leads.”—BookTrib

“Before She Disappeared is a first-class crime novel by a master of the thriller genre. I highly recommend it.” – David Baldacci
 
“To read Lisa Gardner is to put yourself in the hands of a master storyteller. In Before She Disappeared, she gives us a crackling mystery, gritty atmosphere and an unforgettable heroine. I loved the damaged, determined Frankie Elkin. You will, too.”— Riley Sager, bestselling author of Home Before Dark

“Before She Disappeared has a gutsy heroine, a timely, fascinating storyline, and a real sense of anticipation that kept me turning the pages.” – Tami Hoag
 
“This time Gardner truly hits it out of the park. Frankie Elkins is a heroine for the ages.” – Tess Gerritsen

“Nuanced and complex, Before She Disappeared proves once more Lisa Gardner knows how to set a hook better than anyone. It’s a ‘just one more chapter’ thriller that will have you reading into the night. I loved it.”—Gregg Olsen, bestselling author of Water's Edge

“An exceptional amateur sleuth thriller…a very recommendable read.”—Mystery and Suspense

"The case is intriguing and travels in refreshingly unexpected directions. . . . You're highly likely to enjoy this." —The Booklist Queen
 
"Fascinating . . . A page-turner about the search for a missing teenage girl in Boston and the mysterious woman obsessed with finding her." —The Big Thrill
 
"Hang on to some of the best moments in story telling by the master herself Lisa Gardner. Before She Disappeared may just be one of her best . . . and that is saying a lot." —Fresh Fiction

Library Journal

01/08/2021

It's been a while since Gardner (When You See Me) wrote a stand-alone; this one is well worth the wait. Readers will fall in love with her protagonist, Frankie Elkin, a recovering alcoholic lost soul who keeps sober by running from her past and roaming from city to city seeking cold-case missing people that law enforcement has given up on. After 14 cases, she's hoping to finally rescue her first living victim, Angelique Badeau, a local Haitian high school girl who went missing without a trace several months ago. As Frankie works this puzzling case, readers will have to pay close attention to the subtle carrots Gardner dangles in front of them. It's a wild ride through Boston's Mattapan neighborhood; a mix of real and imagined dangerous streets where her local characters perfectly reflect the rich mix of island cultures there. VERDICT Fans of this incredible author, police procedurals, timely immigrant stories, strong determined women, and tales that are not tied up with a pretty bow at the end will not be able to get enough of this intense page-turner.—Debbie Haupt, St. Charles City-Cty. Lib. Dist., St. Peters, MO

APRIL 2021 - AudioFile

Narrator Hillary Huber’s wry intonation perfectly matches the personality of loner amateur detective Frankie Elkin. AA meetings and prickly law enforcement officials are the only constants in her life as she travels around the country searching for missing women and girls, especially those from marginalized communities. Driven and haunted,, she keeps looking even though the cops have moved on and the media never cared. Her latest case involves a studious Haitian refugee teen who went missing from a Boston neighborhood full of gangs. Some of the neighborhood characters get a light Haitian accent, but the cops Frankie finds growing on her are distinctively voiced without New England accents. Huber’s pace quickens as Frankie races to make Angelique the fifteenth girl she recovers, and, she hopes, the first one to be found alive. S.T.C. 2022 Audies Finalist © AudioFile 2021, Portland, Maine

Kirkus Reviews

2021-03-03
Gardner introduces Frankie Elkin, a tough, street-smart survivor who has found her calling searching for missing persons.

Frankie is an alcoholic who considers herself responsible for the death of the man she loved. As penance, she travels around the country, volunteering to locate missing people for whom there may be no new leads. She knows that not everyone believes in her gifts or trusts her motives, but she cannot back down from the opportunity to find answers for these grieving families. When she comes to Boston to investigate the disappearance of Angelique Badeau, she takes a cheap apartment and a bartending job at a scruffy neighborhood bar, sticking out like a sore thumb but determined to make headway in a case that has baffled the police. Teenagers go missing and teenagers run away, but not Angelique. She and her brother survived the earthquake in Haiti to live with their aunt in America, taking advantage of opportunities to work hard and get a good education. Frankie discovers that Angelique is not the only teenage girl to have disappeared in the neighborhood; a few months after her, another girl went missing. This girl’s family, torn apart by gang violence and poverty, may have been reason enough to run away, but Frankie has been around the block enough to know: There are no coincidences. Then Angelique passes a message to her brother: proof of life, but no hint as to where she’s being held. With the help of a ruggedly handsome detective, Frankie digs relentlessly into the case—until people start dying. Now in a race against time, she must discover why these girls have been kidnapped—and why they might be running out of time. Gardner is a pro at writing tough-as-nails, wiseass, broken-yet-steely female characters, and Frankie does not disappoint. Plus, it’s a pretty solid mystery.

Fans of Gardner’s Tessa Leoni, D.D. Warren, and Flora Dane will embrace her new heroine's grit and empathy.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940175053969
Publisher:	Brilliance Audio
Publication date:	01/19/2021
Series:	Frankie Elkin Series , #1
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1
 
The water feels like a cold caress against my face. I kick deeper down into the gloom, my long hair trailing behind me like a dark eel. I’m wearing clothes. Jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt topped with an open windbreaker that wings out and slows my descent. My clothing grows heavier and heavier till I can barely flutter my legs, work my arms.

Why am I in clothes? 

Wet suit. 

Oxygen tanks.
           
Thoughts drift through my mind but I can’t quite grab them.
           
I must reach the bottom of the lake. Where the sunlight no longer penetrates and sinuous creatures lurk. I must find… I must do…
           
My lungs are now as heavy as my legs. A feeling of pressure builds in my chest.
           
An old Chevy truck. Dented, battered, with a cab roof sun-bleached the color of a barely lit sky.

This image appears in my mind and I seize it tightly.  That’s why I’m here, that’s what I’m looking for. A sliver of silver in the lake’s muck.
           
I started with sonar. Another random thought, but as I sink lower in the watery abyss, I can picture that, too. Me, piloting a small boat that I’d rented with my own money. Conducting long sweeps across the lake for two days straight, which was all I could afford, working a theory everyone else had dismissed. Until…
           
Where is my wet suit? My oxygen tank? Something’s wrong.  I need…  I must…
           
I can’t hold the thought. My lungs are burning. I feel them collapsing in my chest and the desire to inhale is overwhelming. A single gasp of dark, cloudy water. No longer fighting the lake, but becoming one with it. Then I won’t have to swim anymore. I will plummet to the bottom, and if my theory is right, I will join my target as yet another lost soul never to be seen again.
           
Old truck. Cab roof sun-bleached the color of a barely lit sky. Remember. Focus. Find it.
           
Is that a glimpse of silver I see over there, partially hidden by a dense wall of waving grasses?
           
I try to head in that direction but get tangled in my flapping windbreaker. I pause, treading my legs frantically while trying to free my arms from my jacket’s clinging grip.
           
Chest, constricting tighter.
           
Didn’t I have an oxygen tank?
           
Wasn’t I wearing a wet suit?
           
Something is so very wrong. I need to hold the thought, but the lake is winning and my chest hurts and my limbs have grown tired.
           
The water is soft against my cheek. It calls to me, and I feel myself answer.
           
My legs slow. My arms drift up. I succumb to the weight of my clothes, the lead in my chest. I start to sink faster. Down, down, down.
           
I close my eyes and let go.
           
Paul always said I fought too much. I made things too hard. Even his love for me. But of course, I didn’t listen.
           
Now, a curious warmth fills my veins. The lake isn’t dark and gloomy after all. It’s a sanctuary, embracing me like a lover and promising to never let go.
           
Then…
           
Not a spot of silver.  Not the roof of an old, battered truck that was already a hundred thousand miles beyond its best days. Instead, I spy a gouge of black appearing, then disappearing amid a field of murky green. I wait for the lake grasses to ripple left, then I see it again, a dark stripe, then another, and another. Four identical shapes resting at the bottom of the lake.
Tires. I’m looking at four tires.  If I wasn’t so damn tired, I’d giggle hysterically.
           
The sonar had told the truth. It had sent back a grainy image of an object of approximately the right size and shape resting at the bottom of the deep lake. It just hadn’t occurred to me that the said object might be upside down.
           
Pushing through my lethargy now, urgency sparking one last surge of determination. They’d told me I was wrong. They’d scoffed, the locals coming out to watch with rolling eyes as I’d awkwardly unloaded a boat I had no idea how to captain.  They called me crazy to my face, probably muttered worse behind my back. But now…

Move. Find. Swim. Before the lake wins the battle.
           
Wet suit. The words flutter through the back of my mind. Oxygen tank. This is wrong.  Wrong, wrong, wrong. But in my befuddled state, I can’t make it right.
           
I push myself forward, fighting the water, fighting oxygen deprivation. They’re right: I am crazy. And wild and stubborn and reckless.
           
But I’m not broken. At least, not yet.
           
I reach the first tire. Grab onto the slimy rubber to get my bearings. Quick now, not much time left. Rear tire. I crab my way along the algae-covered frame till I finally reach the front cab.
           
Then I simply stare.
           
Lani Whitehorse. Twenty-two years old. Waitress, daughter, mother of a three-year old.  A woman with an already long history of bad taste in men.
           
She’d disappeared eighteen months ago. Runaway, the locals decided. Never, her mother declared.
           
And now she was found, trapped at the bottom of the lake that loomed next to the hairpin turn she drove each night after the end of her 2 a.m. bartending shift. Just as I had theorized while pouring over months of interviews, maps, and extremely thin police reports.
Had Lani misjudged the corner she’d driven so many times before? Startled at a crossing deer? Or simply nodded off at the wheel, exhausted by a life that took too much out of her?
           
I can’t answer all the questions.
           
But I can give her mother, her daughter, this.
           
Lani dangles upside down, her face lost inside the floating halo of her jet-black hair, her body still belted into the cab she’d climbed into eighteen months ago.
           
My lungs are no longer burning. My clothes are no longer heavy. I feel only reverence as I curl my fingers around the door handle and pull.
           
The door opens easily.
           
Except…doors can’t open under water. Wet suit. Oxygen tank. What is wrong, what is wrong…  My brain belatedly sounds the alarm: danger! Think, think, think! Except I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
           
I am inhaling now. Breathing in the lake. Welcoming it inside my lungs. I have become one with it, or it has become one with me.
           
As Lani Whitehorse turns her head.

She stares at me with her empty eye sockets, gaping mouth, gleaming white skull.
           
“Too late,” she tells me. “Too late.”
           
Then her bony arm thrusts out, snatches my wrist.
           
I kick, try to pull back. But I’ve lost my grip on the door handle. I have no leverage. My air is gone and I’m nothing but lake water and weedy grasses.
           
She pulls me into the truck cab with unbelievable strength.
           
One last scream. I watch it emerge as an air bubble that floats up, up, up. All that is left of me.
           
Lani Whitehorse slams the door shut.
           
And I join her forever in the gloom.
 
Rumble. Screech. A sudden booming announcement: “South Station, next stop!”
           
I jerk awake as the train lurches to a halt, blinking my eyes and looking down at my perfectly dry clothes.
           
A dream. Nightmare. Something. Not the first nor the last in my line of work. It leaves me with a film of dread as I grab my single bag and belatedly follow the rest of the passengers off the train.

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