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

by Holly Jackson

Pip couldn’t believe it would really happen, that Fairview would ever let her get away.

Hand in hand: the boy with a dimple in his chin, and the dead girl walking.

Detective Richard Hawkins—Fuck him.

I understand why they all hate me. I might hate me too.

“I believe you. I will always believe you, whatever it is. That’s my job, OK?”

She didn’t want to say, but maybe there was no such thing in Fairview. No fresh air. It was all tainted, every breath of it.

You’re my person. My little one. My Sarge. And I’m supposed to protect you.”

He was her life raft, her cornerstone for what good truly meant. Didn’t he know that?

“I love you, and you are perfect in all of the ways you aren’t like me and I would do anything to make you happy, but I can’t go back there.”

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 did everything go with you?” Pip asked, leaning forward to press her forehead against his, in the way he always did to her. To take on half her headaches, or half her nerves, he said. And here, Pip took on half his fear, because it was the ordinary kind, and she could handle it.