This smart, sassy little thriller delivers shocks right up to the end. Maybe you won’t finish it in one sitting, but you’ll probably want to.
Fifteen months after their four year old son was abducted from a Christmas market, Marin and her husband Derek are living every parent’s worst nightmare, every day.
Marin and Derek are both harbouring secrets from each other. Marin’s secret is that she’s hired a private investigator to delve into their son’s disappearance. Derek’s secret (or, at least, one of them) is that he’s having an affair. When Marin’s private investigator inadvertently discovers Derek’s affair, she tells Marin about it and sets in motion a series of events that in turn reveal other secrets. Everyone, it seems, has them. Some are darker than others.
When reading this one you’ll need to find a way to overlook the fact Derek is a total wanker and it’s hard to imagiine why Marin stays with him. There is also at least one glaring hole in the plot but that is forgiveable, because it’s a such joy to read something that keeps you guessing.
There is currently a mystifying lack of good thrillers on the shelves of bookshops. Here’s some I’ve read in the last couple of months that I suggest you don’t bother with; Happy Ever After by CC MacDonald, Little White Lies by Philipa East, The Strangers We Know by Pip Drysdale and Mr Nobody by Catherine Steadman.
See, I just saved you a lot of time. Grab a copy of Little Secrets instead. 4 stars.