She Didn't See It Coming

“No one does suburban paranoia like Shari Lapena.” --Ruth Ware The new gripping novel from the When a beloved wife and mother disappears, a luxurious condo building transforms into a potential crime scene, and the investigation begins: can the detectives find her before it''s too late? Bryden and Sam have it all: thriving careers, a smart apartment in a luxury condominium, supportive friends and a cherished daughter. The perfect life for the perfect couple. Then Sam receives a call at his office. Bryden – working from home that day;– has failed to collect their daughter from daycare. Arriving home with their little girl, he finds his wife’s car in the underground garage. Upstairs in their apartment her laptop is open on the table, her cell phone nearby, her keys in their usual place in the hall. Except Bryden is nowhere to be seen. It’s as if she just walked out. How can she have disappeared from her own home? And did she even leave the building at all? With every minute that passes – and as questions swirl around their community – Bryden and Sam’s past seems a little less perfect, their condominium less safe, their friends, neighbors and relatives no longer quite so reliable . . .

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Shari Lapena is the internationally bestselling author of eight thrillers, including The Couple Next Door, which have all been New York Times, Sunday Times, and Globe and Mail bestsellers. Lapena’s books have been sold in forty territories around the world. She lives on a farm outside Toronto. She Didn’t See It Coming, her ninth thriller, is forthcoming.

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*An instant New York Times* bestseller!

“Stunning. Fiendishly plotted with whiplash twists and turns — Shari Lapena is at the very top of her game here. [She Didn't See It Coming] might be my favorite yet!” —Lucy Foley

The new gripping novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door**

When a beloved wife and mother disappears, a luxurious condo building transforms into a potential crime scene, and the investigation begins: can the detectives find her before it's too late?

Bryden and Sam have it all: thriving careers, a smart apartment in a luxury condominium, supportive friends and a cherished daughter. The perfect life for the perfect couple.

Then Sam receives a call at his office. Bryden – working from home that day – has failed to collect their daughter from daycare. Arriving home with their little girl, he finds his wife’s car in the underground garage. Upstairs in their apartment her laptop is open on the table, her cell phone nearby, her keys in their usual place in the hall.

Except Bryden is nowhere to be seen. It’s as if she just walked out.

How can she have disappeared from her own home? And did she even leave the building at all?

With every minute that passes – and as questions swirl around their community – Bryden and Sam’s past seems a little less perfect, their condominium less safe, their friends, neighbors and relatives no longer quite so reliable . . .

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Now

Bryden encourages Clara to eat her breakfast of Cheerios and a banana. She needs to get Clara ready for day care. She's working from home today, Tuesday, at their condo in Buckingham Lake, because she has a lot to do, and she gets more done at home, away from distractions, than she does at the office. She's an accountant with a busy midsize firm on North Pearl, downtown, and they don't have a problem with it.

Her husband, Sam, enters the kitchen dressed for work, tightening his patterned silk tie. He kisses her on the cheek and heads for the coffee maker. He has his back to her, pouring out his coffee, when he asks, "What's on for today? You working from home?"

"Yes, I told you last night, remember?"

"Right." He turns around to face her and smiles. "And you're in your work-from-home outfit."

She laughs and looks down at her sweatshirt and yoga pants. "It's nice not to have to dress up for work once in a while."

He makes himself some toast and eats it sitting beside their daughter at the kitchen table, entertaining her with silly faces, making her laugh, while Bryden gathers everything together to get Clara ready.

Sam leaves the condo first. He's a portfolio manager with Kleinberg Wealth, and he's got an early meeting. Bryden picks up Clara and they have a group hug in the front foyer, and Sam and Bryden kiss each other goodbye before he puts on his coat. Bryden and Clara wave from the doorway as they watch him walk down the corridor and enter the elevator to go down to the underground parking garage, where he'll get in his car and make the fourteen-minute drive to his office downtown.

A few minutes later, Bryden gets in the elevator with Clara, descends to the parking garage, and buckles her daughter into her car seat in the Volvo to drive her to day care.

That afternoon, Sam Frost is in a meeting with a high-net-worth client. They’re sitting at a long table in front of glass windows with a panoramic view of the city, when Sam gets a signal through the glass wall from Connie that he’s wanted on the phone. He shakes his head at her. He turns his cell phone off during meetings for a reason. But she’s insistent, making faces and gesticulating at him. He excuses himself and leaves the room.

"What is so important that you have to interrupt my meeting?" he asks her.

"It's your daughter's day care."

"Is she all right?" he asks quickly.

"Yes, she's fine, but your wife hasn't picked her up."

He glances at his watch. It's 5:30. Bryden always picks Clara up at 5:00. "Seriously?"

"You'd better talk to them."

He follows her to reception and picks up the phone. "Sam Frost," he says.

"Mr. Frost, sorry to bother you, but Bryden hasn't been in to pick up Clara, and she's not answering her phone or texts."

"She's probably in her car on the way," he says. "Can you wait a little longer?"

"We're here for late pickup till six thirty. But someone must come get her by then."

He makes a mental calculation. "Look, if Bryden doesn't arrive there by six, I'll come get Clara. It's only a few minutes from here. But I'm sure she will get there any minute. I'll try to contact her."

"Thank you, Mr. Frost."

He hangs up the phone. Connie is looking at him.

"Everything all right?" she asks.

"I'm sure everything's fine," he says. "Something must have held Bryden up." He texts her. You okay? He watches his phone for a moment, but there's no reply. He calls her, but it goes directly to voicemail. "She must be in the car, running late," he says to Connie. He returns to his meeting, which soon comes to an end. When he hasn't been able to reach Bryden by six o'clock, he phones the day care. The director, Gwen, answers.

"We were just about to call you, Mr. Frost. Bryden still isn't here. I hope she's okay."

"I don't know what's happened to her," he says, allowing worry to creep into his voice. "But I'm leaving now. I'll be there soon."

He turns to Connie, who is hovering. "This is really odd. I've called and texted her, and the day care has too, and she's not answering. She should have got there by now." For good measure, he calls Bryden again while Connie stands by, but again, there's no answer. He leaves another message. "I'm really worried now, Bryden. Can you please get in touch? I'm going to pick up Clara."

Sam quickly leaves the office and drives as fast as he dares to the day care, which is located about midway between downtown and their condo in the northwest part of the small city. The first thing he does when he arrives is gather Clara up in his arms and smother her tearstained face with kisses until she giggles. Then he turns to Gwe…