Friday’s Page 69 ~ As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson
But was here and now any better? She stared at her phone, abandoned on the floor over there. Kill two birds with one stone. Two dead pigeons on the driveaway, one with dead allseeing eyes, and one with non. That wasn’t a coincidence, was it? Maybe it wasn’t a cat, maybe someone really had put them there, along with those chalk figures drawing closer and closer. The same someone who was desperate for Pip to answer that one question: who will look for you when you’re the one who disappears. Someone who knew where she lived.
A stalker?
She’d been looking out for trouble, and so it had found her.
