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

by Holly Jackson

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.

STAAAAAAWWWWPPPP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IF THEY EVER SPLIT IM JUMPING OFF A BRIDGE

She didn’t know how to do it, how to say it, how to even begin. There weren’t words for this, a pain that hummed through every part of her, stuck through her chest as her ribs caved in around it. Cracking bones and blood-wet hands, and a hurt that was worse than all of that.

If she breaks up with him aftrr putting his life in danger repeatedly i will kill her than myself

“This is the last time,” she said. “This is the last time we can see each other.”

PIPPA FITZ AMOBI IM ABOUT TO MURDER YOU

if the police ever come back to talk to you about it, you tell them I made you do it.” “No.” “Under duress. I threatened you. I made you take the fall for the headphones to save me. You suspected what I’d done to Jason. You were scared for your life.” “No, Pip. Stop talking!” “You did it under duress, Ravi,” she pleaded. “That’s the phrase you have to use. Under duress. You were afraid for your life if you didn’t do what I said.”

...oh

“We can get married.” “What?” “We can get married,” he said, taking a shuddering sniff and a step toward her. “Spousal privilege. We can’t be made to give evidence against each other if we are co-accused. We could get married.”

Oh ravi no

She still spoke to Ravi every day. Not the real one—the one who lived in her head.

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