“What? No, I fucking didn’t.’ ‘MAX,’ Pip roared down the phone, ‘do not lie to me or I swear to god I will ruin you! Did you put Rohypnol in Becca’s drink and have sex with her?’ He coughed. ‘Yes, but, like . . . it wasn’t rape. She didn’t say no.’ ‘Because you drugged her, you vile rapist gargoyle,’ Pip shouted. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done.”
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Holly Jackson,
A Good Girl's Guide to Murder
