Holly Jackson

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

‘It’s sausage to me.’

You killed Barney.’

Real men wear floral when trespassing

Maybe solving murders wasn’t too different from homework, after all. She could feel herself falling head first into it, the rest of the world fading out, like when she got lost in one of her essays or listening to an entire true crime podcast series in one night, or anything really. Teachers called it ‘excellent focus’, but Pip’s mum worried that it fell much closer to obsession

You can’t take that away from me now; you know I need you. You can’t give up. This isn’t you.’
‘I’m sorry.’

A twelve-heartbeat silence fell between them, Pip’s eyes on the floor.

‘I destroyed it. It’s gone,’ she said.
The look in his eyes set her on fire and she withered away.

But sometimes remembering isn’t for yourself, sometimes you do it just to make someone else smile. Those lies were allowed.

bold over safe;

living adversary of subtlety.