The Revenge List

Praise for The Revenge List “The Revenge List checks all the boxes of what a thriller should be. Brilliant premise? Check. Mounting tension? Check. Jaw-dropping twist? Double-check. I couldn’t put it down!” —Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of The House Across the Lake “I flew through this twisty, original thriller through the dark side of self-help. The Revenge List is a breath of fresh air that ends with a jaw-dropping gasp.” —Heather Gudenkauf, New York Times bestselling author of The Overnight Guest “It’s always a delight to see a justifiably angry woman in fiction, and McKinnon handles Frankie’s story with ease in this twisty thriller.” —Kelley Armstrong, #1 New York Times bestselling author “A propulsive page-turner of a thriller, and a gripping and important deep dive into the power of grief and the dangers of revenge. The Revenge List is an absolute triumph!” —Hank Phillippi Ryan, USA TODAY bestselling authorof The House Guest “The Revenge List is both twisty and twisted, and that’s a good thing. Compulsively readable from start to finish.” —Samantha Downing, internationally bestselling author of For Your Own Good “A thrilling page-turner with a protagonist you can’t help but root for—even when she makes you mad.” —Cate Holahan, USA TODAY bestselling author of The Darkness of Others “Taut, furiously paced, and immensely entertaining.” —Jennifer Hillier, internationally bestselling author of Things We Do in the Dark “McKinnon is a clever master of surprise, dropping subtle clues and changing course often enough to keep you glued to the pages. A read-in-one-sitting thriller with a stinger in the tail.” —Kimberly Belle, internationally bestselling author of The Personal Assistant Internationally bestselling author HANNAH MARY McKINNON was born in the UK, grew up in Switzerland and now lives in Canada with her husband and three sons. The Revenge List is her seventh novel. Connect with her on Facebook and Instagram, @hannahmarymckinnon, and Twitter, @hannahmmckinnon. HannahMaryMcKinnon.com The Revenge List Hannah Mary McKinnon To Jenny & Sonica More than Book Friends Forever Contents Quote Frankie’s Forgiveness List chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty-one chapter twenty-two chapter twenty-three chapter twenty-four chapter twenty-five chapter twenty-six chapter twenty-seven chapter twenty-eight chapter twenty-nine chapter thirty chapter thirty-one chapter thirty-two chapter thirty-three chapter thirty-four chapter thirty-five chapter thirty-six chapter thirty-seven chapter thirty-eight chapter thirty-nine Acknowledgments The Revenge List - Reader’s Guide Questions for Discussion A Conversation with Hannah Mary McKinnon If I die, I forgive you; if I recover, we shall see. —Spanish proverb FRANKIE’S FORGIVENESS LIST WHO WHY FORGIVENESS SCALE The bastard who killed my mother Needs no explanation! 1 2 Finn Morgan Dad, there are so many reasons… 4 Edith Bryant Ugh! Worst neighbor ever! Chelsea Fischer Made school hell for years 3 Adrian Costas Ruined my life 3 Tyler Vance Thanks for nothing, college m-fer 3 Trina Smith With colleagues like her… Patrick Davies Misogynistic dick of a client 3 Shay Callan Geraldina Hoyos Ha! Ha! Ha! 10 FRANKIE MORGAN The worst :( ① chapter one The sharp sound of a high-pitched scream filled the air. A noise so unrecognizable, at first I didn’t register it had come from deep within me, traveling up my throat in stealth mode before bursting from my mouth. The remnants of the yell reverberated around the car, forcing their way into my ears and penetrating my skull, urging me to do something. Survival instincts kicked in, and I fumbled with the seatbelt, my other hand grasping for the door handle. The need for the relative safety that solid, stationary ground would bring was so intense it made my stomach heave. A loud click of the central locking system meant my captor had outsmarted me again, obliterating my immediate plan to throw myself from the moving vehicle. When I looked out the windshield, I knew there was no time to find an alternate escape. The end of the road—the edge of the cliff—announced by signs and broken red-and-white-striped wooden barricades, had been far enough away seconds ago but now gleamed in the car’s headlights, a looming warning yards ahead. I couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen, couldn’t do anything as the vehicle kept going, splintering planks and racing out the other side with nothing but air below. I let out another scream, far louder than my first, the absolute terror exploding from my lungs. For the briefest of moments, we were suspended, as if this was a magic trick or an elaborate roller coaster. Perhaps, if I was really lucky, this was all a dream. Except I already knew there were no smoke and mirrors, no swirling track leading us through loop-the-loops and to safety. It wasn’t a nightmare I’d wake from with bedsheets wrapped around my sweaty body. This was happening. It was all terrifyingly real. As the car continued its trajectory, it tipped forward. The only thing to stop our momentum was whatever we were rushing toward, obscured by the cloudy night skies. Pushing my heels into the floor, I tried to flatten my shoulders against the seat. My hands scrambled for the ceiling to brace myself, but I flopped like a rag doll, my loosened seatbelt tearing into my shoulder. They say your life flashes before you when you’re close to death. That didn’t happen to me. Instead, it was all my regrets. Choices I’d made. Not made. Things I’d said and done. Not said. Not done. It was far too late to make amends. There would be no opportunity to beg anyone for forgiveness. No possibility of offering some. As the finality of the situation hit me full on, I turned my head. The features of the driver next to me were illuminated in a bluish glint from the dashboard lights. His face had set in a stony grimace; his jaw clenched so tight he had to have