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

by Holly Jackson

“Oh.” Josh nodded, seeming to accept the explanation. “Like the guy who’s been watching our house?”

But my girlfriend’s probably going to need a good lawyer one day, so…” He winked at her. The very same thing he’d said after she told him how the mediation went.

Who will look for you when you’re the one who disappears? Ps. remember to always kill two birds with one stone.

Detective Richard Hawkins—Fuck him.

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

REAL!!!!!!!

“I see,” he said, “not even a glance back, or one of your scornful looks. Not a hug, not a kiss. Not an Oh, Ravi, darling, you look devilishly handsome today and you smell like a spring dream. Oh, Pip, my dear, you are too kind to notice. It’s a new deodorant I’m trying.”

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

This leads me to believe that our killer lives in a different nearby location, one that hasn’t yet come up in the investigation, his untouched buffer zone.

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Pip realized she had just nodded. No, what was she doing? She didn’t want it to go this way, because if there was a chance Billy was innocent, then…Fuck. Oh fuck.

The town was sleeping but Pip was not. And neither was someone else. An alert on her phone. A new message through her website. A notification on Twitter. Who will look for you when you’re the one who disappears?

“The Singh brothers clearly have a type.”

But Pip…she wouldn’t sleep at all. DT

had been here. Right here. Now he was gone in the dark. And she, she was his number six.

She was going to die. Shewasgoingtodieshewasgoingtodieshewasdeadshewasdeadshewasgoingtodie.

“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.

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.”