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

by Holly Jackson

Nat was the one who truly mattered. They hadn’t believed her as many times as they hadn’t believed Pip; that unthinkable violence of not-believing. They shared that darkness, and Pip had taken on Nat’s scream that day, the day of the verdict, as though it were hers, binding them together.

“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?”