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If so, death was the same as life. What difference did it make, really? Unless … unless. Could death be a kind of freedom? But … she caught a scent, yes, yes, the rich and funereal scent of lilies. Blood. Lilies and blood, surely that meant death. 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. Flawless my ass.” She snorted that away. “Maybe you didn’t hear me tell that woman with the hair like a tower of whipped cream”—Eve demonstrated by swirling a finger over her own short, choppy brown hair—“that no, I didn’t want to chair her committee for reintegrating rehabilitated offenders into society because I was too busy tossing offenders in prison.”
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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?” And though the locations where the shooter could have set up seem endless, the list of people with that particular skill set is finite: police, military, professional killer.
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They find "Aladdin's Cave": all the stuff he stole from his victims, organized and labeled; electronics; a sex droid dressed up as the murdered Miko Carver; all the costumes and special effects equipment, including blood smear. Baxter says, “Jesus, the PA’s going to have a cakewalk.” 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.” The detectives put together a short list of possible targets – couples who buzzed during their interviews and warnings. h soup, prime rib and fingerlings roasted with rosemary, with white and green asparagus. Croquembouche and coffee. The wines were—” Synopsis: “It is 2058, New York City. In a world where technology can reveal the darkest of secrets, there’s only one place to hide a crime of passion in the heart.
Eve saw the long, dark lashes flutter. Then the eyes—almond shaped and strikingly, softly green—opened. Stared blindly. Del held up a hand to stop Eve as he leaned over Daphne. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital. Nobody’s going to hurt you. You’re safe now.” 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?Unfortunately, they didn’t get away fast enough. Now Dorian is injured, terrified, and wandering the streets of New York, and Mina lies dead near the waterfront while Lt. Eve Dallas looks over the scene.
She should just lie down, lie down and sleep. Lie down and just go away. Surely someone would come tell her where to go next, what to do next. An angel. Or a devil. Someone in the house.” She whispered it, like a secret. “Not a guest. Not. Waiting. A devil, it’s a devil! His face is a devil. My husband … He fell. He fell and the devil laughed. I don’t know. I don’t know. Please. I don’t know.” Eve and Roarke – plus Peabody at Central – work on the suspect list. They narrow down the possible suspects, plus find some "hinky" people (like money laundering) whose names they pass to other law enforcement.They start building a list of suspects based on their and Mira's evaluations, using the guest and staff list from that gala. Hope your cleaners can get the blood out of it. Let’s get your ID. Somebody’s probably worried about her.” 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] 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.
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