As Good As Dead (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, #3)

by Holly Jackson

Dead-eyed, that’s what they said, wasn’t it? Lifeless, glassy, empty. Dead eyes were a constant companion now, following her around, never more than a blink away.

His dead eyes, the very moment they crossed over from living to not. She saw them in the quickest of glances and the deepest of shadows, and sometimes in the mirror too, wearing her own face.

‘You need to come up with your own strategies to cope with the trauma and stress. This medication will only make it harder to recover from the PTSD in the long-term. You don’t need them, Pippa, you can do this.’

It had torn her in two and there was no way to stitch those parts back together. It was untenable. Beyond sense.

A man and a woman were sat against the back wall, swaying slightly, as though the police station were at sea. Drunk, clearly, at 11 a.m. Though Pip had had to take a Xanax to work up the nerve to even come here, so who was she to judge them?

Is it normal for one person to have this many enemies? I’m the problem, aren’t I? How did it get so late already? I understand why they all hate me. I might hate me too.

Her against them. Save herself to save herself.

She’d closed her eyes and time had skipped, but it hadn’t felt like sleep. It felt like drowning.

because she was too loud and had to be silenced some way. He’d get away with it. They always got away with it. Him. Max Hastings. Above the law because the law was wrong. A legion of dead girls and dead-eyed girls left behind them.

‘They won’t believe me,’ Pip told herself, in her own voice now. ‘They never believe us.’

How to get away with murder. ‘Just, theoretically.