Eve didn’t get it, just didn’t get it. Who the hell decided everyone was supposed to go mad with romance and gift buying on some random day in February? Hadn’t everybody just gone mad with good cheer and gift buying in December? When would it end? In interview, Dallas and Peabody play Kyle, who gives up all the details. Unfortunately for Kyle, his lawyers cannot make it all go away as they have in the past, and Dallas and Peabody do not accept his bribes.

Okay, okay, we’ll wait on that.” His voice stayed calm, stayed easy. And though the monitors charted her vitals, Eve noted he laid his fingers on her wrist, taking her pulse the old-fashioned way. “I just want you to relax,” he continued, “to breathe slow. Can you tell us what happened to you?” When the young woman—dazed, naked, and bloody—wanders in front of their car, Roarke slams on the brakes just in time, and Eve—still in glittering gown and heels—springs into action. It’s been a long night for the tired homicide cop, and it’s far from over. The In Death book series has been going on for almost three decades, and Robb has no intention of stopping the series any time soon. It follows a futuristic police couple, and although every book is a stand-alone piece, the characters grow throughout the 60-plus books J.D. Robb had written since 1995 when the series started. If so, death was the same as life. What difference did it make, really? Unless … unless. Could death be a kind of freedom?Those eyes darted around the room. As her breathing began to rush and hitch, Del took her hand. “You’re okay,” he repeated. “I’m a doctor. You’re safe. I’m going to give you something for the pain.” Several witnesses saw what they thought was "the entertainment" for the dinner party – a man in a theatrical disguise, talking on his link – going up the stairs into the house.

Synopsis: “It is the year 2058, and technology now completely rules the world. But New York City Detective Eve Dallas knows that the irresistible impulses of the human heart are still ruled by just one thing: passion. Maybe 2061 had started off with a bang—nearly literally—in the professional sense, and murder and mayhem had followed. Lieutenant Eve Dallas encounters her toughest case yet when New York’s wealthiest couples are the targets of a calculated killer in Echoes in Death, a crime thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author J.D. Robb. Echoes in Death , the chilling new suspense novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author J.D. Robb is the perfect entry point into the compelling In Death police procedural series featuring Lieutenant Eve Dallas.Description: The predator becomes the prey in this amazing thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series featuring homicide detective Eve Dallas. Description: The first out of numerous novellas that spun from the In Death series. The number-one New York Times best-selling In Death series explodes with intrigue, passion, and suspense. Now, Nora Roberts, writing as J. D. Robb, propels you into the darkest night of Lieutenant Eve Dallas’ life – when a killer comes to call. If I’d caught this case three years ago. February, three years ago, right before you? I think it would have broken me. I think it might have been the end of me. Now it just … Maybe it bruises some, but it won’t break me. It won’t because you hang on when I have to let go.” [7] Everything around her seemed blurred, faded, and unimportant. Maybe she was blurred, faded, and unimportant while the world moved around her full of color she couldn’t see, sound she couldn’t hear.

Someone tuned her up, choked her, and, odds are high, raped her. She’s got some cuts, plenty of abrasions, but I don’t think all this blood’s hers.” She [Eve] rode down on the elevator, ignoring other passengers who seemed buzzed on Oscar talk, until one of the women stared at her. Several of the women remember being harassed by a man, including a Phantom of the Opera, at various charity functions. Other woman say that underwear disappeared from their bedrooms. She wandered. Puzzled, yes, but detached, and wondering if she’d reached heaven or hell. There was something oddly familiar about the faded colors and blurry shapes here. Colors suddenly so strong they hurt her eyes, shapes so sharp they might slice and gash.She saw a hand reach for the knob. Was it her hand? Something was wrong with it. Blood and lilies. Something was wrong with the knob. It moved, sneaking just out of reach, right, left, up, down. Dorian, a thirteen-year-old runaway who’d been imprisoned there, might never have made it out if not for her fellow inmate Mina, who’d hatched the escape plan. Mina was the more daring of the two—but they’d been equally desperate.