The Wicked Girls: A Novel
The Edgar Award-winning psychological thriller that asks the question: How well can you know anyone?
On a fateful summer morning in 1986, two eleven-year-old girls meet for the first time. By the end of the day, they will both be charged with murder. Twenty-five years later, journalist Kirsty Lindsay is reporting on a series of sickening attacks on young female tourists in a seaside vacation town when her investigation leads her to interview carnival cleaner Amber Gordon. For Kirsty and Amber, it’s the first time they’ve seen each other since that dark day so many years ago. Now with new, vastly different lives—and unknowing families to protect—will they really be able to keep their wicked secret hidden?
Gripping and fast-paced, with an ending that will stay with you long after you’ve read it, The Wicked Girls will appeal to fans of Laura Lippman, Liane Moriarty, and Tana French.
to do is curl up in front of the telly and doze until bedtime. I will never drink again, she thinks, for the 763rd time in her life. Jim doles out the sauce, turns and hands her two plates. ‘Here. Take these through. You can have the bought one. I’ll bring it through last. And for God’s sake pull yourself together.’ Kirsty gulps. Together, they go back to their guests. * ‘Here’s mud in your eye,’ says Lionel Baker, and she flinches: even in her fragile state, golf-club phrases make her skin
eyelids and waits to take her revenge. * The cafeteria is full when she enters. Steam and food smells, and the rumble of weary mundanity. Another night, like any other. But no. Tonight, she’s New Amber: no bullshit, no advantage taken. The cleaners think she’s a pushover, the lenient boss who’ll overlook most infractions in pursuit of a quiet life. Well, not any more. She’s been a yes-woman all her adulthood, rolling over and going with the flow, but not any more. Vic, the staff at Blackdown
DATA Marwood, Alex. The wicked girls : a novel / Alex Marwood. pages cm ISBN: 978-1-101-61835-6 1. Women journalists—Fiction. I. Title. PR6063.A2438W53 2013 823’.92—dc23 2013002347 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. For William Mackesy Table of
for all of us, and sometimes he forgets that. It scares me to death, being the only one bringing in money, but I can’t talk to him about it. Every time I do, it sounds like a reproach. Jim tucks his folder into his briefcase and comes over to kiss her goodbye. He’s still treating job-hunting like a job, thank the Lord. It’s when he takes to his pyjamas that she feels she’ll really need to worry. ‘Sorry,’ he says, gesturing at the uncleared table. ‘I’ll do it when I get in.’ She feels herself
snatched moments when the baby’s gone down for her nap; a ritual more personal than anything the television can offer. On a normal day, Kirsty and Stan and their peers skim them all online while the kettle’s boiling and the twenty-four-hour news channels play in the background. While they wait for conference to be over and commissions to come in, they fish through the Reuters and AP news feeds to give them a chance to get ahead of the game; then, mostly, they settle down with their favourite