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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. Her breathing shortened again. This time Eve gripped her hand before Del could interfere. “You’re safe, but you need to tell me what happened when you went up to bed.” Synopsis: “New York, 2061: The place called the Pleasure Academy is a living nightmare where abducted girls are trapped, trained for a life of abject service while their souls are slowly but surely destroyed. Something, something scraped like tiny fingernails on the edges of her mind—a need to run, to hide. But why? Why? Now Eve Dallas and her husband, Roarke, are combing through the evidence of McEnroy’s secret life. His compulsive need to record his misdeeds provides them with a wide range of suspects, but the true identity of Lady Justice remains elusive.
Was she dead? She felt like a ghost, untethered and insubstantial. She wandered. Puzzled, yes, but detached, and wondering if she’d reached heaven or hell."Because the idea of either—the image that flashed in her mind that was somehow both—made her shudder, she didn’t lie down. Could the dead fear? Synopsis: “She calls herself Lady Justice. And once she has chosen a man as her target, she turns herself into a tall blonde or a curvaceous redhead, makes herself as alluring and seductive as possible to them. Once they are in her grasp, they are powerless.
Description: One of the rare books from the In Death series that doesn’t actually include “in Death” in the title. This one includes revenge, the past haunting Eve into the future, and so much more. Among the best pieces of the entire series. I highly recommend it, but one should read the books, including the character McQueen, first to learn why he hates Eve so much. Yeah. Time to hope for a nice, straight murder. Greedy bastard shoves business partner out the window. Brother stabs brother over the last bag of soy chips. Spouse bludgeons spouse over sidepiece. You know, the fun stuff.” [8] Description: The second book in the series, I believe just as important as the first. We learn a lot about the characters and the dynamics between them. If you read the first two books before anything else in the series, I believe the rest of the books will be much more pleasurable to read and provide with a better context of the characters’ relationships and actions.
Yeah, well, I didn’t punch her—or anybody.” A little smug about it, she snuggled more comfortably in the seat. “Score for me. Now we can go home, get out of these duds.” Hope your cleaners can get the blood out of it. Let’s get your ID. Somebody’s probably worried about her.” Snow is falling heavily, with a blizzard forecast, so Dallas sends everyone home, including herself with Roarke. She can’t have been wandering around in that state very long. Not only because it’s barely into the single digits, but someone would have seen her.” At damn near two in the morning on a bitter night" in February, Eve Dallas and her husband Roarke are returning home from a charity event at an elegant East Side hotel.
At last she slid into the car—already cozily warm—and considered the elegant East Side hotel, its obsessively winter ballroom decor, and the crowd inside, all happily in the rear view. Dallas goes to talk to Daphne Strazza, with Mira and Roarke along for Daphne's sake. Daphne's sister Tish is also there. They know, from Kyle's recordings, that Anthony Strazza habitually imprisoned, abused, battered, and raped his wife, with threats to hurt her family if she told. Her husband also tried to kill her after Kyle's assault, and she killed him in self-defense. No charges will be filed. He laughed, kissed her again before he slid away from the curb. “You hated nine out of every ten minutes in there.” 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.” Morning briefing at the home office with APA Reo, Peabody, McNab, Baxter, Trueheart, Olsen, Tredway, and Mira.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. Obviously undeterred, the woman continued to chatter while digging in her rhino-sized bag. “Oh, I’m such a fan. I just have to have a picture with you.” While it emerges that Dr. Strazza was cold, controlling, and widely disliked, this is one case where the evidence doesn’t point to the spouse. So Eve and her team must get started on the legwork, interviewing everyone from dinner-party guests to professional colleagues to caterers, in a desperate race to answer some crucial questions: The gods, she decided, had opted to mix together all the best elements of warrior, poet, angel—the fallen variety to add some spice—and then deemed he’d love an unsociable, badass murder cop. She moved to the side of the table, took her pad out of her kit, gently pressed the woman’s fingers to it.
Sorry again. You probably saved her life getting her here so fast. Sure as hell saved her from brain damage. Dr. Nobel. Del Nobel.”
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But … she caught a scent, yes, yes, the rich and funereal scent of lilies. Blood. Lilies and blood, surely that meant death. Maybe seven and a half out of every ten. It was nice seeing Charles and Louise and the Miras. I was okay, right?” She’s never stood over a body or had to tell someone the person they loved is gone. And so has no idea the heart and compassion those duties require.” Here she was, Eve thought, looking into the wild blue eyes of a man conjured by the gods on a particularly generous day, and she’d mostly griped internally for the bulk of the evening. As NY Lt. Eve Dallas and her billionaire husband Roarke are driving home, a young woman—dazed, naked, and bloody—suddenly stumbles out in front of their car. Roarke slams on the brakes and Eve springs into action.
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