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While a late-summer storm bashed against her single skinny window, Lieutenant Eve Dallas wished for murder. As far as she could see, a good, bloody killing was the only thing that would save her from the torture of paperwork stacked like the Alps on her desk at Cop Central. Her own fault, no question, but she’d been just a little too busy investigating and closing cases to hunker down with budgets and expense reports and the damn evaluation sheets.
Telling herself it was part of the job didn’t help when she actually had to do it—in bulk—which was why she’d closed herself in her office with lots and lots of coffee and wondered why somebody didn’t just kill somebody else and save her from this nightmare.
Not really, she told herself. Or not exactly. But since people consistently killed other people anyway, why not now?
She stared at the numbers on her computer screen until her eyes throbbed. She cursed, sulked, steamed, then strapped on and squeezed, crunched, fudged, and manipulated until she could make the stingy departmental bottom line fit the needs of her division.
They were murder cops, she thought with bitter resentment.
Homicide didn’t run on blood alone.
She got through it, moved on to the expense chits submitted by her officers and detectives.
Did Baxter actually believe she’d bite on three-seventy-five for shoes because he’d fucked up his own chasing a suspect down a sewer? And why the hell had Reineke shelled out double the usual rate to a street-level licensed companion for information?
She stopped, got more coffee, stared out at the brutality of the storm for a few minutes. At least she wasn’t out there, plugged like a wet cork into one of the shuddering airtrams, or shoving her way through the drowning hell of street traffic. She could be soaked, steaming like a clam in the endless stream of heat the summer of 2060 poured on New York.
Stalling, she thought in disgust, and forced herself to sit again. She’d promised herself she’d finish before the afternoon ceremony. Both she and her partner would receive medals. Peabody had earned it and more, Eve thought, as the catalyst for taking down a ring of dirty cops.
If paperwork was the drudgery of command, submitting Peabody’s name for the Meritorious Police Duty Honor for Integrity was a boon. All she had to do was fi nish the grunt work, then she could enjoy the moment with a clear head and guiltless conscience. She wished she had candy, but she hadn’t settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief. She wished she could dump some of this crap on Peabody the way she had when Peabody had been her aide instead of her partner.
Those days were over. Stalling again, she admitted, and raked her fingers through her short, choppy brown hair.
She hacked her way through the expense reports, submitted them up the chain. Someone else’s problem now, she decided and felt almost righteous. No reason she couldn’t start the evals later.
Copyright © 2011 by Nora Roberts
The twists and turns in J.D. Robb’s new roller coaster thrill ride are enough to make you dizzy—which is just how Lt. Detective Eve Dallas feels when she discovers a demon from her past is once again on the prowl….
His name is Isaac McQueen, but Eve remembers the handsome, charming, dressed-to-the-nines pedophile she put behind bars by the name he earned: The Collector. He operated in a private torture chamber constructed to leave the young victims he abducted scarred in both mind and body. No sooner does Eve learn he’s escaped from Rikers than she receives a note from the monster himself telling her it’s “time to pay up.” Where? In the city from which she got her name, the city that holds nothing for her but memories of a childhood best forgotten.
The suspense is breathtaking in New York to Dallas when Eve, with her ever-supportive husband Roarke returns to her Texas roots to once and for all stop McQueen from acting out his sick fantasies. But as Eve is overwhelmed by memories she’s tried—and failed—to suppress, memories of the parents who destroyed her youth, it will take every ounce of inner strength she has to stop her own tortured soul from succumbing to madness….
Hardcover Book : 416 pages
Publisher: Putnam Pub Group/Mbr of Penguin ( September 13, 2011 )
Item #: 13-392303
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.94inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I have read pretty much everything Nora Roberts/JD Robb that has been written. She always delivers and I have not read a book that was not good. This one is as usual very good and moves along well. I'm not sure if I was Eve I would be able to get out there and keep doing what she does. Definitely a must read.
Reviewer: Melanie P
Eve faces more of her past in a surprising way. My heart again ached with her when she had to deal with her horrible childhood memories and those nightmares. And Roarke....he gets more page time and the depth of their love for each other grows more and more. I also love the growing relationship between Eve and Dr. Mira. GREAT GREAT GREAT
One more book and I've completed all of JD Robb's collection. It provides inside info on Eve's personal struggles, and how it helps or blocks her way of doing her job. It also shows the main characters in a different setting and her interaction with different supporting characters. Also, her true partner in life has helped her change for the better and sharpened her investigative skills.
I enjoyed this Dallas story. The change of venue from New York to Dallas offered a change of pace with more personal challenge to the character. And I was pleased to know the circumstances of Eve's origins in greater detail. This story also provided some closure for her. Now I'm waiting to see what happens next to one of my favorite cops....
Reviewer: Lori S
This was my first book of this series to read...and I loved it! Have already bought 3 more and can't wait to read them!
Reviewer: Debbie R