Good Girl, Bad Blood (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, #2)

by Holly Jackson

“People deal with what they have to deal with,” said Cara. “Don’t think you can judge them by normal standards.”

“Small inconsistencies in eyewitness accounts are normal. Human memory isn’t infallible. But four people swearing they saw your brother with otherwise matching accounts, we can trust that.”

Ravi moved over to the door, his hand stalling in the air before it, head slightly cocked. “I love you,” he said angrily, not looking at her. He slammed the handle down and walked out, the door juddering behind him.

“Maybe I don’t have to be good, or other people’s versions of good. And maybe I don’t have to be likable.” She turned to Charlie, her movements quick and light despite her water-heavy clothes. “Fuck likable. You know who’s likable? People like Max Hastings who walk into a courtroom with fake glasses and charm their way out. I don’t want to be like that.”

And maybe I’m selfish and maybe I’m a liar and maybe I’m reckless and obsessive and I’m OK with doing bad things when it’s me doing them and maybe I’m a hypocrite, and maybe none of that is good, but it feels good. It feels like me, and I hope you’re OK with all that because…I love you too.”

“I know how that feels,” Nat said. “That anger. Like you just want to set fire to the world and watch it burn.”

“I bet everyone dreads the day they get a knock at the door from Pip Fitz-Amobi,” Ravi whispered.