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

by Holly Jackson

“We’re going out for a walk. Oh, what a fantastic idea, Ravi, you’re so smart and handsome. Oh, Pip, I know I am, but do try to keep it in your pants, your father is downstairs.”

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.

FAIRVIEW

She talked about seeing some lines, chalk lines, I think, that looked like three stick figures, near the house. I never saw them and it was probably just our neighbor’s kids. Also, a couple of dead birds—pigeons—had been brought into the house through the cat flap.

AHHAHH ITS THE DUCT TAPE GUY

Blood on her hands. Actual blood, from a scrape across her palm.

finally

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Pip said, wiping the blood off onto her jeans. This time it left a mark.

I couldn’t even attempt to read the license plate. It was a white car, though, I could see that.

it was max wasn't it.

A makeup case with a pale-purple hairbrush resting on top, her

Sorry; did u say PALE. PURPLE. HAIRBRUSH!?

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Andie 2 bell 3 fairveiw

So, I’m afraid it’s not going to be possible for you to talk to him, no.” Pip sank even farther, bones fusing with the structure

A hairbrush. But not just a hairbrush. The purple paddle hairbrush on Andie’s desk—the

BOOM. FACE.

“I tried. I really did. I wanted to see you again.”

Why am i crying

Pip tried to take Ravi’s hand behind her and felt the drooping corner of the shelf instead.

“Come on,” she told herself, and she didn’t need to hear it in Ravi’s voice anymore. Hers was enough.

sharp chemical smell, and something soaking into her leggings.

Thats gonna be important Edit: It wasnt

Take someone she cared about to punish her, because

I have a prediction...

Pip turned, grass bunching, clinging to the white soles of her shoes. And she walked back.

She what

Her arm knew what to do. Pip pulled it back and swung the hammer.

Pip didn’t need to check the swell of his chest or feel for a pulse to know that. It was clear just looking at him, at what was left of his head.

DANG OKAY

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

Gracie Abrams reference?

“Max Hastings,” she said.

“We need to make sure we remember everything we’ve touched—I’ve touched—so we can wipe it down later,”

But the dna in the car trunk

Normal was all she’d wanted, what all of this was for, but was it now out of reach forever?

YES??? GIRL U KILLED SOMEONE

Friends who would die for each other, kill for each other, and Pip would be the first one to lean on that.

DAYUM

“We’re going to McDonald’s,” she said.

Alr girl me too

And she couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what normal was for her now: an act. A lie.

Idk maybe its because u KILLED SOMEONE???

She picked up one nugget. She didn’t want to eat it,

I'll eat it

“Well”—Pip smiled—“I’m still me.” She hoped that was true.

OOF.

“Thanks, gravity,” Ravi said with a thoughtful nod. “The real MVP.”

Boom, he mimed with his hands.

AHHH I WANT ONE

“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?”

Her eyes fell closed, breaths deepening in her hollowed-out chest, as a new darkness crept in, disappearing her. Pip finally slept.

Wow. Maybe this is what she needed

Except that’s exactly what she was going to do.

AHHHHH I KNEW IT

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.

Pip felt the back of her head: no blood. No blood on her hands.

“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.”