Holly Jackson

The brand new, explosive crime thriller from Holly Jackson, best-selling, award-winning author of the Good Girl's Guide to Murder trilogy.

Five Survive

Aleeya Metro

"Would you think closet-beach-ball-mop-man was real if you saw him out and about?" she asked

Aimee :)

Red did bleed just to see the word, to hear it, to think it, to remember, the guilt leaving a crater in her chest. Blood, red as her name and red as her shame. So, she didn't think it, or remember, and she wouldn't look to the left to see her mom's face in her reflection in the window. No, she wouldn't. These eyes were just hers.

‘Let me help,' Simon said, shuffling over to Arthur and Red, crowding them. 'I'm good at maps.'

'You say you're good at everything,' Red said. 

’I am good at everything.' Simon answered. 'Except being humble.'

‘I assume there's a jack somewhere?’ he asked

‘I'm a Simon, not a Jack,’ Simon replied, with a wry smile that Oliver clearly hadn't noticed.

Alesha Clifford

Red hoped Arthur hadn't looked at her balled-up underwear. She knew one pair she'd packer had unicorns on it; Santa had gotten them for her that final Christmas. Red hadn't believed in him since she was eight, but it was tradition that Santa got the Kennys ugly socks and underwear for Christmas. Only, Santa must have died when her mom did.

And there, nestled between old jackets and shoes, were the walkie-talkies. A piece of masking tape across the back of each, one with MOM, one with RED. She hadn't been looking for them, not really, just looking to look, to preserve her mom for another day, and then another. Red left her own walkie-talkie there, took the one labeled MOM down to her room. She stole a screwdriver from her dad - he was already mostly lost by then, but he could still pretend to function, still went to work - and, in the quiet of her room past midnight, she took apart the walkie-talkie. Piece by piece, wire by wire, but she never did find her mom's voice hiding inside.

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