Echoes in Death: An Eve Dallas Novel: 44

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He didn’t appear to be much older than his current patient, with a mop of loosely curling brown hair around a pretty face roughened by a long-night’s scruff and fatigue shadows under his clear blue eyes. Description: Book #16 in the primary In Death book series, 18th entry overall. One of my favorite In Death books ever, first published in 2003 and now already available in 67 editions. 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. She [Eve] rode down on the elevator, ignoring other passengers who seemed buzzed on Oscar talk, until one of the women stared at her.

Dallas heads home and, after a therapeutic crying jag on Roarke's shoulder and a meal, keeps working.It’s cold, it’s wet, and it makes many, many people behind the wheels of vehicles behave like morons.” [6] No, never met her. But I know her husband. Everybody in this hospital knows Anthony Strazza. Jesus. She’s Strazza’s wife?” The detectives put together a short list of possible targets – couples who buzzed during their interviews and warnings. After a moment’s confusion, Peabody’s own lightbulb went off. “That’s Oedipus. I’m pretty sure that’s Oedipus.”

If so, death was the same as life. What difference did it make, really? Unless … unless. Could death be a kind of freedom? Shortly after the Academy Award nominations are released, in which The Icove Agenda has seven nominations: Who’d invented the charity winter ball anyway? she wondered. Sane people wanted to stay home in warm, comfortable clothes when February reared its ugly frozen head. Even the not-so-sane were mostly huddled up somewhere at damn near two in the morning on a bitter night, which was why she’d had no excuse not to do her marital duty. 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.” One of my all-time favorite authors hitting a golden moment in one of my all-time favorite series. J.D. Robb never disappoints!” Lisa Gardnerh soup, prime rib and fingerlings roasted with rosemary, with white and green asparagus. Croquembouche and coffee. The wines were—” 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. 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.