A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

Oh, but . . . what are people going to think if they see you going into Ravi Singh’s house?’

‘It’s sausage to me.’

Real men wear floral when trespassing

You killed Barney.’

Andrea Bell, 17, was reported missing from her home in Little Kilton, Buckinghamshire, last Friday

An innocent life was taken and everyone in this town turned it ugly in their mouths, turned him into a villain. But if a villain can be made, then they can be unmade.

He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He’d told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves as she’d got on the train to Cambridge for her interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.

He kissed her, and she glowed with that feeling. The one with wings.

But she wasn’t.

Elliot Ward was Unknown.

‘Hello, trouble,’ he said softly. ‘Can I talk to you?’

‘I can’t. I’m just some kid, remember.’

‘An idiot said that to you,’ he said. ‘You’re not just some anything. You’re Pippa fricking Fitz-Amobi.’