THE MUST-READ MULTIMILLION BESTSELLING MYSTERY SERIES — NOW ON NETFLIX! 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 Praise for worldwide sensation Holly Jackson: “This truly unique premise snowballs into a roller coaster ride of page-turning suspense and knock-out twists !” —Freida McFadden, author of The Housemaid on Not Quite Dead Yet “A masterclass in thriller writing and an example of storytelling at its finest.” —Alex Michaelides, author of The Silent Patient on Not Quite Dead Yet “A thrilling, twisting, heartbreaker .” —Chris Whitaker, author of All the Colors of the Dark on Not Quite Dead Yet “The popular YA mystery-thriller series.” — Teen Vogue on A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder “[A] BookTok sensation .” — Seventeen on A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder “Weaves true crime with a twisty murder mystery.”— People on The Reappearance of Rachel Price “A story that will leave you guessing until the very end.” —Book of the Month on The Reappearance of Rachel Price “Another unputdownable thriller.” — E! News on Five Survive “ Gripping , puzzling, and exciting.” — Forbes on Five Survive Holly Jackson is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling series A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, an international sensation with millions of copies sold worldwide, as well as the #1 New York Times bestsellers and instant classics Five Survive and The Reappearance of Rachel Price. Her latest thriller is Not Quite Dead Yet: A Novel . She 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. one 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