The last person who called me “Sweetpea” ended up dead… I haven’t killed anyone for three years, and I thought that when it happened again I’d feel bad. Like an alcoholic taking a sip of whiskey. But no. Nothing. I had a blissful night’s sleep. Didn’t wake up at all. And for once, no bad dream either. This morning I feel balanced. Almost sane, for once.
Rhiannon is your average girl next door, settled with her boyfriend and little dog…but she’s got a killer secret.
Although her childhood was haunted by a famous crime, Rhiannon’s life is normal now that her celebrity has dwindled. By day, her job as an editorial assistant is demeaning and unsatisfying. By evening, she dutifully listens to her friend’s plans for marriage and babies while secretly making a list. A kill list. From the man at the grocery checkout who always mishandles her apples, to the driver who cuts her off on her way to work, to the people who have it coming, Rhiannon’s ready to get her revenge. Because the girl everyone overlooks might be able to get away with murder…
So Rhiannon is a serial killer, shaped by something in her past…. and I don’t exactly know what this is about, but Rhiannon I want to know more about.