Whoops, Korede’s sister Ayoola stabbed another boyfriend with her nine-inch knife. It just kind of happened. Again.
After Korede, a stellar nurse and obsessive cleaner, helps Ayoola scrub the crime scene and disappear the body, she Googles “serial killer” and learns the threshold is three victims. So, yes, Ayoola now qualifies.
In My Sister, the Serial Killer, the fast, funny new novel by Oyinkan Braithwaite, things quickly get worse for Korede.
She scrubs her trunk, and she's almost positive the blood is gone when the corrupt Lagos police come around, question them both, and confiscate her car. And she makes sure Ayoola—beautiful, clueless Ayoola—doesn’t post tone-deaf selfies for her large social-media audience when her boyfriend is supposed to be “missing.” Korede, the eldest, has fiercely protected Ayoola since they were children. From their father, from other men.
Her protective tendencies may finally wring out when Ayoola slinks into Korede’s hospital and meets the handsome, stunned doctor Tade. Korede, always the sister in the shadows, has long quietly loved Tade, who asks her for Ayoola’s number. And that probably won’t end well. PLEASE READ
My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite, from Doubleday
