Good Girl, Bad Blood – The Sunday Times bestseller and sequel to A Good Girl's Guide to Murder. Holly Jackson
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First published in Great Britain in 2020
by Egmont UK Limited
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Text copyright © 2020 Holly Jackson
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Illustration here © Priscilla Coleman
ISBN 978 1 4052 9777 6
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For Ben,
and for every
version of you these
last ten years.
Contents
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
MONDAY 3 DAYS MISSING: Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
TUESDAY 4 DAYS MISSING: Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
THURSDAY: 6 DAYS MISSING: Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
FRIDAY 7 DAYS MISSING: Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
SUNDAY 16 DAYS LATER: Forty-Two
SATURDAY 6 DAYS LATER: Forty-Three
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
About the Author
You think you’d know what a killer sounds like.
That their lies would have a different texture; some barely perceptible shift. A voice that thickens, grows sharp and uneven as the truth slips beneath the jagged edges. You’d think that, wouldn’t you? Everyone thinks they’d know, if it came down to it. But Pip hadn’t.
‘It’s such a tragedy what happened in the end.’
Sitting across from him, looking into his kind, crinkled eyes, her phone between them recording every sound and sniff and throat-clearing huff. She’d believed it all, every word.
Pip traced her fingers across the mousepad, skipping the audio file back again.
‘It’s such a tragedy what happened in the end.’
Elliot Ward’s voice rang out from the speakers once more, filling her darkened bedroom. Filling her head.
Stop. Click. Repeat.
‘It’s such a tragedy what happened in the end.’
She’d listened to it maybe a hundred times. Maybe even a