A Good Girl's Guide to Murder (Random House Large Print) - Softcover

Jackson, Holly

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593340477 ISBN 13: 9780593340479

Verlag: RANDOM HOUSE LARGE PRINT, 2020

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THE MUST-READ MULTIMILLION BESTSELLING MYSTERY SERIES• Everyone is talking about A Good Girl's Guide to Murder! With shades of Serial and Making a Murderer this is the story about an investigation turned obsession, full of twists and turns and with an ending you'll never expect.

Everyone in Fairview knows the story.

Pretty and popular high school senior Andie Bell was murdered by her boyfriend, Sal Singh, who then killed himself. It was all anyone could talk about. And five years later, Pip sees how the tragedy still haunts her town.

But she can't shake the feeling that there was more to what happened that day. She knew Sal when she was a child, and he was always so kind to her. How could he possibly have been a killer?

Now a senior herself, Pip decides to reexamine the closed case for her final project, at first just to cast doubt on the original investigation. But soon she discovers a trail of dark secrets that might actually prove Sal innocent . . . and the line between past and present begins to blur. Someone in Fairview doesn't want Pip digging around for answers, and now her own life might be in danger.


And don't miss the sequel, Good Girl, Bad Blood!

"The perfect nail-biting mystery." --Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times bestselling author

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Holly Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the A Good Girl's 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 master's 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.

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Pip knew where they lived. 

Everyone in Fairview knew where they lived. 

Their home was like the town’s own haunted house; people’s footsteps quickened as they walked by, and their words strangled and died in their throats. Shrieking children would gather on their walk home from school, daring one another to run up and touch the front gate. 

But it wasn’t haunted by ghosts, just three sad people trying to live their lives as before. A house not haunted by flickering lights or spectral falling chairs, but by dark spray-­painted letters of “Scum Family” and stone-­shattered windows. 

Pip had always wondered why they didn’t move. Not that they had to; they hadn’t done anything wrong. But she didn’t know how they lived like that. How the Singhs found the strength to stay here. Here, in Fairview, under the weight of so many widened eyes, of the comments whispered just loud enough to be heard, of neighborly small talk never stretching into real talk anymore. 

It was a particular cruelty that their house was so close to Fairview High School, where both Andie Bell and Sal Singh had gone, where Pip would return for her senior year in a few weeks when the late-­summer sun dipped into September. 

Pip stopped and rested her hand on the front gate, instantly braver than half the town’s kids. Her eyes traced the path to the front door. It was possible that this was a very bad idea; she had considered that. 

Pausing for just a second, Pip held her breath, then pushed the creaking gate and crossed the yard. She stopped at the door and knocked three times. Her reflection stared back at her: the long dark hair sun-­bleached a lighter brown at the tips, the pale white skin despite a week just spent in the Caribbean, the sharp muddy-­green eyes braced for impact. 

The door opened with the clatter of a falling chain and clicking locks. 

“H-­hello?” he said, holding the door half open, with his hand folded over the side. Pip blinked to break her stare, but she couldn’t help it. He looked so much like Sal: the Sal she knew from all those television reports and newspaper pictures. The Sal now fading from her memory. Ravi had his brother’s messy black side-swept hair, thick arched eyebrows, and oaken-­hued skin. 

“Hello?” he said again. 

“Um . . .” Pip faltered. He’d grown even taller since she last saw him. She’d never been this close before, but now that she was, she saw he had a dimple in his chin, just like hers. “Um, sorry, hi.” She did an awkward half wave that she immediately regretted. 

“Hi?”

“Hi, Ravi,” she said. “I . . . You don’t know me. . . . I’m Pippa Fitz-­Amobi. I was a few years below you at school before you left.” 

“OK . . .” 

“I was just wondering if I could borrow a second of your time? Well, not only a second, we’re already way past that. . . . Maybe like a few sequential seconds, if you can spare them?” 

Oh god, this was what happened when she was nervous: words spewed out, unchecked and overexplained, until someone stopped her.

Ravi looked confused. 

“Sorry,” Pip said, recovering. “I mean, I’m doing my senior capstone project at school and—­”

“What’s a capstone project?”

 “It’s kind of like a senior thesis you work on independently, alongside normal classes. You can pick any topic you want, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to be interviewed for mine.” 

“What’s it about?” His dark eyebrows hugged closer to his eyes. 

“Um . . . it’s about what happened five years ago.” 

Ravi exhaled loudly, his lip curling with what looked like anger. 

“Why?” he said. 

“Because I don’t think your brother did it—­and I’m going to try to prove it.”

 

Pippa Fitz-­Amobi

 

7/30/19

 

Capstone Project Log—­Entry 1

 

Our capstone project logs are supposed to be for recording any obstacles we face in our research; our progress; and the aims of our final reports. Mine will have to be a little different: I’m going to record all my research here, both relevant and irrelevant, because I don’t really know what my final report will be yet or what will end up being important. I will just have to wait and see where I’m at after all my investigating and what essay I can bring together.

I’m hoping it will not be the topic I proposed to Mrs. Morgan. I’m hoping it will be the truth. What really happened to Andie Bell on April 18, 2014? And if—­as my instincts tell me—Salil “Sal” Singh is not guilty, then who killed her? 

I don’t think I’ll actually solve the case and figure out who murdered Andie. I’m not deluded. But I’m hoping my findings might lead to reasonable doubt about Sal’s guilt, and suggest that the police were mistaken in closing the case without digging further. 

The first stage in this project is to research what happened to Andrea Bell—­known to everyone as Andie—­and the circumstances surrounding her disappearance. 

From the first national online news outlet to report on the event: 

Andrea Bell, seventeen, was reported missing from her home in Fairview, Connecticut, last Friday.

She left home in her car—­a white Honda Civic—­with her cell phone, but did not take any clothes with her. Police say her disappearance is “completely out of character.” 

Police began searching the woodland near the family home this past weekend. 

Andrea, known as Andie, is described as white, five feet six inches tall, with long blond hair and blue eyes. It is thought that she was wearing dark jeans and a blue cropped sweater on the night she went missing.1 

Other sources had more details as to when Andie was last seen alive, and the time frame in which she is believed to have been abducted. 

Andie Bell was “last seen alive by her younger sister, Becca, around 10:30 p.m. on April 18, 2014.”2

This was corroborated by the police in a press conference on Tuesday, April 22: “Footage taken from a security camera outside the bank on Fairview’s Main Street confirms that Andie’s car was seen driving away from her home at about 10:40 p.m.”3

According to her parents, Jason and Dawn Bell, Andie was “supposed to pick (them) up from a dinner party at 12:45 a.m.” When Andie didn’t show up or answer any of their phone calls, they started reaching out to her friends to see if anyone knew of her whereabouts. Jason Bell “called the police to report his daughter missing at 3:00 a.m. Saturday morning.”4 

So whatever happened to Andie Bell that night happened between 10:40 p.m. and 12:45 a.m. 

Here seems like a good place to type up the transcript from my interview with Angela Johnson.

  

Transcript of interview with Angela Johnson from the Missing Persons Bureau

 

Angela: Hello. 

Pip: Hi, is this Angela Johnson? 

Angela: Speaking, yep. Is this Pippa? 

Pip: Yes, thanks so much for replying to my email. Do you mind if I record this interview for...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: RANDOM HOUSE LARGE PRINT
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2020
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593340477
• ISBN 13: 9780593340479
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 592
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