The Agathas: ‘Part Agatha Christie, part Veronica Mars, and completely entertaining.’ Karen M. McManus

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Brooke’s crying and her hair is in her face. Brooke has al­ways been pretty cool, and she doesn’t even have to be. She’s literally the most famous, richest girl in town. I mean, entire books have been written about her family history, which ap­parently involves some mysterious deaths at sea, a fortune made, lost, and remade, and an infamous custody battle in­volving her grandmother that made headlines around the world. All this means Brooke could be the biggest bitch in town, but she isn’t.

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Now, with her gone, it’s quiet in my room. Too quiet. All I can think about is the fact that it’s Halloween night, and all my old friends are at the annual party at Levy Castle while I’m sit­ting here alone. Suddenly, an army of Mains clutching red Solo cups de­scends from the long steps leading down from the Castle into the lot. They all have their phones up, filming Brooke and Steve, but no one’s stepping in to stop what’s happening. But now they have a murder to solve. There are clues the police are ignoring, a list of suspects a mile long and some very dangerous cliffs. By the time we get to the parking lot, Steve is practically drag­ging me by the arm. Every time I tried to stop and say some­thing to him, he gave me this look and kept right on going. Now, under the streetlamps, I can see his face clearly for the first time, and he does not look happy.Part Agatha Christie, part Veronica Mars, and completely entertaining.”—Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of One Of Us Is Lying What would Alice be doing out? Her friends hate her. And she should be, you know, reading about Icarus. Oh well. It’s not my fault if she doesn’t study, I tell myself. I’m glad I’m getting paid, no matter what happens with her grades.

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I will miss the sea when I finally get me and my mom out of here. I don’t know where I’ll take us, but it has to be far from this place. Somewhere he can’t bother us ever again. Steve’s face softens, because of course it does, because he’s Steve and he’s too nice, even to me. “Alice, are you okay?” He puts his hand on my arm, gently this time. His face is close to mine and his eyes are kind. The Castle Cove Police Department thinks it’s an open-and-shut case, but Alice and Iris are sure it can’t be that simple. Park isn’t a murderer—and the girls know all too well that in life, and in mysteries, things are rarely what they appear to be. To understand the present, sometimes you need to look to the past.

A silvery car whizzes past, southbound. Is that Alice Ogilvie driving like a bat out of hell? I could only make out waves of blond hair, but it looked like her car. Full of witty writing, banter, and adventure…readers will delight at the girls’ creative ways of drawing upon Agatha Christie to solve Castle Cove’s biggest head-scratcher of all time.”— Booklist