As Good as Dead: The Finale to A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson (E

Description: As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson "The final Good girls guide to murder novel." FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description THE MUST-READ MULTIMILLION BESTSELLING MYSTERY SERIES—A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER NOW ON NETFLIX! • The final book in the series that reads like your favorite true crime podcast or show. By the end, youll never think of good girls the same way again...Pip is about to head to college, but she is still haunted by the way her last investigation ended. Shes used to online death threats in the wake of her viral true-crime podcast, but she cant help noticing an anonymous person who keeps asking her: Who will look for you when youre the one who disappears? Soon the threats escalate and Pip realizes that someone is following her in real life. When she starts to find connections between her stalker and a local serial killer caught six years ago, she wonders if maybe the wrong man is behind bars.Police refuse to act, so Pip has only one choice: find the suspect herself—or be the next victim. As the deadly game plays out, Pip discovers that everything in her small town is coming full circle . . .and if she doesnt find the answers, this time she will be the one who disappears. . . And dont miss Holly Jacksons latest thriller, The Reappearance of Rachel Price! Author Biography Holly Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the A Good Girls Guide to Murder series. She started writing stories at a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a novel when she was fifteen. Holly graduated from the University of Nottingham, where she studied literary linguistics and creative writing, with a masters degree in English. She enjoys playing video games and watching true-crime documentaries so she can pretend to be a detective. She lives in London. Follow Holly on Twitter and Instagram at @HoJay92. Review Praise for Holly Jacksons A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER series: "The perfect nail-biting mystery." —Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times bestselling author "Holly Jackson plays off of our collective true crime obsession brilliantly." —PopSugar "Gripping."—E! News Online "If you love true crime, murder mysteries, and unstoppable young women, this is the perfect easy-read thriller." —Business Insider"A knockout series." —The Nerd Daily "An instant shocker that will leave you on the edge of your seat." —Los Angeles Times High School Insider "This is a great, twisty read for fans of YA." —Book Riot "A taut, compulsively readable, elegantly plotted thriller."—The Guardian "A fun, gripping, and skillfully constructed novel of suspense. I loved Pip—her relatable quirks, her inventive investigative approach, and her willingness to step outside of her safe world in search of the truth." —Emily Arsenault, author of All the Pretty Things"Dark, dangerous and intricately plotted—my heart literally pounded." —Laura Steven, author of The Exact Opposite of Okay"So so clever." —Savannah Brown, author of The Truth About Keeping Secrets"Well-executed…. A treat for mystery readers who enjoy being kept in suspense." —Kirkus Reviews"Legions of fans of true crime podcasts may therefore flock to this one, and theyre unlikely to be disappointed." —Bulletin"Fans of true crime will be hooked by the hunt for a killer, but theres more to this Guide than just a whodunit. Its a story of families, community and the ways a crisis can turn them against one another in the blink of an eye." —BookPage Review Quote "Twisty, surprising, and absolutely enthralling from page one, theres no better way to end a series."--B&N Reads " As Good As Dead is a phenomenal YA mystery that deserves to be one of the books of the year and provides a stellar finale to a knockout series."--The Nerd Daily Praise for the A Good Girls Guide to Murder series "The book pulled me into it so hard that I forgot everything going on around me, I just needed to solve the murder with Pip."--PopSugar "This is a great, twisty read for fans of YA." --Book Riot "A taut, compulsively readable, elegantly plotted thriller."--The Guardian "The perfect nail-biting mystery." --Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times bestselling author "A fun, gripping, and skillfully constructed novel of suspense. I loved Pip--her relatable quirks, her inventive investigative approach, and her willingness to step outside of her safe world in search of the truth." --Emily Arsenault, author of All the Pretty Things "Dark, dangerous and intricately plotted--my heart literally pounded." --Laura Steven, author of The Exact Opposite of Okay "So so clever." --Savannah Brown, author of The Truth About Keeping Secrets "Well-executed.... A treat for mystery readers who enjoy being kept in suspense." --Kirkus Reviews "Legions of fans of true crime podcasts may therefore flock to this one, and theyre unlikely to be disappointed." --Bulletin "Fans of true crime will be hooked by the hunt for a killer, but theres more to this Guide than just a whodunit. Its a story of families, community and the ways a crisis can turn them against one another in the blink of an eye." --BookPage Excerpt from Book One Dead-eyed. Thats what they said, wasnt it? Lifeless, glassy, empty. Dead eyes were a constant companion now, following her around, never more than a blink away. They hid in the back of her mind and escorted her into her dreams. His dead eyes, the very moment they crossed over from living to not. She saw them in the quickest of glances and the deepest of shadows, and sometimes in the mirror too, wearing her own face. And Pip saw them right now, staring straight through her. Dead eyes encased in the head of a dead pigeon sprawled on the front drive. Glassy and lifeless, except for the movement of her own reflection within them, bending to her knees and reaching out. Not to touch it, but to get just close enough. "Ready to go, pickle?" Pips dad said behind her. She flinched as he shut the front door with a sharp clack, the sound of a gun hiding in its reverberations. Pips other companion. "Y-yes," she said, straightening up and straightening out her voice. Breathe, just breathe through it. "Look." She pointed needlessly. "Dead pigeon." He bent down for a look, his black skin creasing around his narrowed eyes, and his pristine three-piece suit creasing around his knees. And then the shift into a face she knew too well: he was about to say something witty and ridiculous, like-- "Pigeon pie for dinner?" he said. Yep, right on cue. Almost every other sentence from him was a joke now, like he was working that much harder to make her smile these days. Pip relented and gave him one. "Only if it comes with a side of mashed rat-ato," she quipped, finally letting go of the pigeons empty gaze, hoisting her bronze backpack onto one shoulder. "Ha!" He clapped her on the back, beaming. "My morbid daughter." Another face shift as he realized what hed said, and all the other meanings that swirled inside those three simple words. Pip couldnt escape death, even on this bright late-July morning in an unguarded moment with her dad. It seemed to be all she lived for now. Her dad shook off the awkwardness, only ever a fleeting thing with him, and gestured to the car with his head. "Come on, you cant be late for this meeting." "Yep," Pip said, opening the door and taking her seat, unsure of what else to say, her mind left behind as they drove away, back there with the pigeon. It caught up with her as they pulled into the parking lot for the Fairview train station. It was busy, the sun glinting off the regimented lines of commuter cars. Her dad sighed. "Ah, that fuckboy in the Porsche has taken my spot again." "Fuckboy": another term Pip immediately regretted teaching him. The only free spaces were down at the far end, near the chain-link fence where the cameras didnt reach. Howie Bowerss old stomping ground. Money in one pocket, small paper bags in the other. And before Pip could help herself, the unclicking of her seat belt became the tapping of Stanley Forbess shoes on the concrete behind her. It was night now, Howie not in prison but right there under the orange glow, downward shadows for eyes. Stanley reaches him, trading a handful of money for his life, for his secret. And as he turns to face Pip, dead-eyed, six holes split open inside him, spilling gore down his shirt and onto the concrete, and somehow its on her hands. Its all over her hands and-- "Coming, pickle?" Her dad was holding the door open for her. "Coming," she replied, wiping her hands against her smartest pants. The train into Grand Central was packed, and she stood shoulder to shoulder with other passengers, awkward closed-mouth smiles substituting sorrys as they bumped into one another. There were too many hands on the metal pole, so Pip was holding on to her dads bent arm instead, to keep her steady. If only it had worked. She saw Charlie Green twice on the train. The first time in the back of a mans head, before he shifted to better read his newspaper. The second time, he was a man waiting on the platform, cradling a gun. But as he boarded their car, his face rearranged, lost all its resemblance to Charlie, and the gun was just an umbrella. It had been three months and the police still hadnt found him. His wife, Flora, had turned herself in to a police station in Duluth, Minnesota four weeks ago; they had somehow gotten separated while on the run. She didnt know where her husband was, but the rumors circulating online were that hed managed to make it across the border to Canada. Pip looked out for him anyway, not because she wanted him caught, but because she needed him found. And that difference was everything, why things could never go back to normal again. Her dad caught her eye. "You nervous about the meeting?" he asked over the screeching of the trains wheels as it slowed into Grand Central. "It will be fine. Just listen to Roger, OK? Hes an excellent lawyer. Knows what hes talking about." Roger Turner was an attorney at her dads firm who was the best at defamation cases, apparently. They found him a few minutes later, waiting outside the old redbrick conference center, where the meeting room was booked. "Hello again, Pip," Roger said, holding out his hand to her. Pip quickly checked her hand for blood before shaking his. "Nice weekend, Victor?" "It was, thank you, Roger. And I have leftovers for lunch today, so its going to be an excellent Monday too." "I suppose we better head in, then, if youre ready?" Roger asked Pip, checking his watch, his other hand gripping a shining briefcase. Pip nodded. Her hands felt wet again, but it was sweat. It was only sweat. "Youll be fine, darling," her dad told her, straightening out her collar. "Yes, Ive done thousands of mediations." Roger grinned, swiping back his gray hair. "No need to worry." "Call me when its done." Pips dad leaned down to bury a kiss in the top of her hair. "Ill see you at home tonight. Roger, Ill see you in the office later." "Yes, see you, Victor. After you, Pip." They were in meeting room 4E, on the top floor. Pip asked to take the stairs because if her heart was hammering for that reason, it wasnt hammering for any other reason. Thats how she rationalized it, why she now went running anytime she felt her chest tighten. Run until there was a different kind of hurt. They reached the top, old Roger puffing several steps behind her. A smartly dressed man stood in the corridor outside 4E, smiling when he saw them. "Ah, you must be Pippa Fitz-Amobi," he said. Another outstretched hand, another quick blood check. "And you, her counsel, Roger Turner. Im Hassan Bashir, and for today I am your independent mediator." He smiled, pushing his glasses up his thin nose. He looked kind, and so eager he was almost bouncing. Pip hated to ruin his day, which she undoubtedly would. "Nice to meet you," she said, clearing her throat. "And you." He clapped his hands together, surprising Pip. "So, the other party is in the meeting room, all ready to go. Unless you have any questions beforehand." He glanced at Roger. "I think we should probably get started." "Yes. All good." Roger sidestepped in front of Pip to take charge as Hassan ducked back to hold open the door to 4E. It was silent inside. Roger walked through, nodding thanks to Hassan. And then it was Pips turn. She took a breath, arching her shoulders, and then let it out through gritted teeth. Ready. She stepped into the room and his face was the first thing she saw. Sitting on the opposite side of the long table, his angular cheekbones in a downward point to his mouth, his messy swept-back blond hair. He glanced up and met her eyes, a hint of something dark and gloating in his. Max Hastings. Two Pips feet stopped moving. She didnt tell them to; it was like some primal, unspoken knowledge, that even one more step would be too close to him. "Here, Pip," Roger said, pulling out the chair directly opposite Max, gesturing her down into it. Beside Max, across from Roger, was Christopher Epps, the same attorney whod represented Max in his trial. Pip had last come face to face with this man on the witness stand; shed been wearing this exact same suit while he hounded her with that clipped bark of a voice. She hated him too, but the feeling was lost, subsumed by her hatred for the person sitting opposite her. Only the width of a table between them. "Right. Hello, everyone," Hassan said brightly, taking his assigned chair at the head of the table, in between the two parties. "Lets get the introductory bits out of the way. My role as mediator means Im here to help you reach an agreement and a settlement that is acceptable to both parties. My only interest is to keep everyone here happy, OK?" Clearly Hassan had not read the room. "The purpose of a mediation is essentially to avoid litigation. A court case is a lot of hassle, and very expensive for all involved, so its always better to see if we can come to some arrangement before a lawsuit is even filed." He grinned, first to Pips side of the room, and then to Maxs. A shared and equal smile. "If we cannot reach an agreement, Mr. Hastings and his counsel intend to bring a libel lawsuit against Miss Fitz-Amobi, for a tweet and a blog post shared on April thirtieth of this year, which they claim consisted of a defamatory statement and audio file." Hassan glanced at his notes. "Mr. Epps, on behalf of the claimant, Mr. Hastings, says the defamatory statement has had a very serious Details ISBN0593584015 Author Holly Jackson Short Title As Good As Dead Publisher Diversified Publishing Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0593584015 ISBN-13 9780593584019 Format Paperback Imprint Random House Large Print Country of Publication United States Pages 656 Publication Date 2021-11-09 AU Release Date 2021-11-09 NZ Release Date 2021-11-09 US Release Date 2021-11-09 UK Release Date 2021-11-09 Audience Age 13-17 Subtitle The Finale to A Good Girls Guide to Murder Edition Description Large type / large print edition DEWEY FIC Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137745022;

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