Saturday, 7:48 a.m. I wake to the sound of my phone ringing — and a sick, sinking feeling that I’m not alone. It’s the morning after my bachelorette party. Fourteen days until my wedding. I have the worst hangover of my life . . . and there’s a stranger in bed next to me.

I answer the call. It’s Suzanne, my best friend. ‘I don’t know how to say this, Maggie. It’s Angie, she’s dead.’

I can’t believe it. We were all together a few hours ago, dancing our hearts out at the club downtown.

It was meant to be my last night out as a single woman with my six oldest, closest friends. But now one of us is dead.

And one of us might have killed her.

And who’s this guy in my bed?

AN EXHILARATING BLEND OF BREATHTAKING SUSPENSE AND NAIL-BITING TENSION WITH A SHOCKING FINAL TWIST.

Please note this book was previously published as The Last Night Out.