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

by Holly Jackson

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

“Yeah,” Pip whispered, looking down at him. Max Hastings. Her cornerstone. The upturned mirror by which she defined herself, everything he was and everything she wasn’t. “It sucks when someone puts something in your drink and then ruins your life, huh?”

She closed her eyes and made a new silent promise to him, because he had chosen her and she had chosen him: they were going to get away with it.

“I suppose if you were ever involved in anything like this,” he said, the after-laugh smile still on his face, “you’d know exactly how to get away with it.”