SWEET MOTHER OF PLOT TWISTS!
Title: Dangerous Girls
Author: Abigail Haas
Publication Date: May 6th 2014 by Simon Pulse
Genre: Mystery, Suspense, Crime
Spring break. Aruba. Swimming, sunshine, and drinks. Lots of drinks.
It’s supposed to be the best time of Anna’s life. Perfect.
But then Anna’s best friend is found brutally murdered.
And as the local police begin to investigate the gruesome crime, suspicion and evidence unfathomably point to one person—Anna.
Now trapped in a country not her own, Anna must fight for her freedom and prove her innocence. But as she awaits the judge’s decision, it becomes clear to Anna that everyone around her thinks she is not only guilty, but dangerous.
And when the truth finally comes out, it’s more shocking than anyone could have ever imagined…
Slight spoilers? But maybe not.
DAMMIT IT WAS LIKE READING A WHOLE SCRIPT FOR AN EPISODE OF HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER.
Not-so-fun-fact: This is my first 5 stars for 2017 because THIS BOOK DEFINITELY DESERVED IT.
I can’t really explain everything without giving out spoilers.
But one thing’s for sure though, I was hooked from the very first page. And this is not an exaggeration. Every page was just waiting to be turned…the entire book was a grenade waiting to explode in the end. And even though you have thought about every theory, every possible suspect, Abigail Haas still managed to blow my mind. It’s really not the plot twist itself that shocks you, but the moment when it is dropped.
“One moment. One picture. One glimpse—that’s all it takes to make someone think they know the truth.”
It’ll come at you when you least expect it to, and believe me, no matter how hard you try to prepare yourself, you’ll still fall for it.
ARUBA EMERGENCY SERVICES 911 TRANSCRIPT—8:45 p.m
Dispatcher: Hallo, hoe gaat het ermee?
Female 1: Hello? Hello?
Dispatcher: What is your emergency?
Female 1: We can’t find our friend. . . . We haven’t heard from her all day; she’s not picking up her phone.
Dispatcher: How long has she been missing?
Female 1: No, she’s not missing, but her door’s locked and—
Female 2: Tell her. . . the blood.
Female 1: (muffled). . . you shut up! (louder) We think. . .it looks like there’s blood on the floor. Can you send someone?
Dispatcher: I’ll have a patrol come by. What’s your address?
Female 1: We’re in one of the houses, on Paradise Beach. (muffled) AK, what’s the address?
Male 1: (unintelligible)
Dispatcher: Miss? Are you there?
Female 1: Max says her balcony door’s smashed. . . He’s going around the back. (muffled) Chels, try her phone again.
Female 2: She’s not picking up.
Male 1: Wait, I can hear. . . Can you. . . ? (unintelligible)
Dispatcher: Miss tell me where you are.
Female 1: Max is climbing up. (muffled) Max? Is she there?
Female 2: (crying) I don’t like this. She wouldn’t just leave her phone. You know she. . .
Female 1: Oh my God, is that Max? What’s going on? Max, is she in there?
Male 1: Max, open the door! Max!
(sound of movement)
Female 2: Oh my God!
Female 1: Elise! No, no. . .
Dispatcher: Miss, tell me what you see.
Female 1: I can’t. . . (sobbing) Blood. There’s blood everywhere!
Dispatcher: Who’s bleeding? Are they okay?
Male 2: She’s not breathing!
Female 1: (unintelligible) I can’t . . . She won’t . . .
Female 2: Help her!
Male 1: Tate, get them out of here!
(sounds of struggle)
Female 1: No! Let me go!
Dispatcher: Miss? Are you there? Miss?
Female 1: (sobbing) She’s dead. There’s a knife, and . . . Oh God, I can’t. . . She’s dead!