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

by Holly Jackson

Pip rolled her eyes. Ravi must have forgotten he was dying of a hangover; he had absolutely zero willpower in the presence of sandwiches.

same ravi, same

“Nearly three out of four stalking victims know their stalker in some capacity. This is someone who knows me, someone I know, I can feel it.”

Save yourself to save yourself.

“They won’t believe me. They never believe me.”

Three different stories, but one interconnected knot. And in the center of that writhing knot, grinning at her from the dark, was DT.

Stared up at the moon to ask it what the fuck she was doing.